Stream of Consciousness

The Island That Nobody Talks About
The Island, is not found on any map. Nor is it found with the most adance satelities. You've been, there before. I have too.
By Senkora5 months ago in Humans
A story that is so personal
There is a particular kind of modern condition that resists diagnosis—not because it is rare, but because it is structurally embedded in the way we live. Consider the case of a man who, after returning from abroad, develops a cluster of symptoms that evade simple classification: insomnia, dissociation, night terrors, and later, signs resembling hypomania accompanied by involuntary physical tremors. His body destabilizes, but what is more striking is that his way of being in the world transforms alongside it.
By Kingto LI5 months ago in Humans
Either the world is deaf or I am dumb
“Either the world is deaf or I am dumb.” It’s a thought I have carried for longer than I realized. Because in my head, I have always been clear. I say what I mean. I don’t twist words, I don’t hide intentions, and I don’t play games. Straightforward; that’s how I have always known myself.
By Jenisha Shahi5 months ago in Humans
I REMEMBER
Writer: Kelly Munala Brookes I remember the bright lights and the cold rush of air against my skin and the trembling hands of Nurse Clare lifting me into the world.
By Kelly Munala Brookes5 months ago in Humans
The Tipping Point
I find it very strange how we as a species have been led down a road of such deeply entrenched conditioning that we have all but lost the capacity for our own true independent thought. We go through our lives making choices each day, that on the surface may seem as though they have stemmed from our own consciousness, but in fact more often than not have been the result of decades of conditioning by others, who act as though they have, and have had our best interest in mind.
By Kaylon Forsyth5 months ago in Humans
Menopause, Music, and the Long Road Back. Content Warning.
This is a written manuscript about parts of my life that many people don’t know my real connection to the music and film industry. It’s a grounding story, a reminder that I truly worked and lived inside that world, and that this is where my videos, music, and art come from. It is mine, copyrighted. It isn’t just about me, but about everyone who has lived through the ups and downs of their own industry. Now, at 76, I’ve decided to write my memoirs not to show off, but to tell the stories of adventures, mistakes, choices, and Menopause, Music, and the Long Road Back.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Humans
The Move the Universe Chose
I have not moved yet, but the universe is directing me and Sweetie Bird to a another place by ourselves, less expensive. I have faith this will happen by November. Clashes, different frequencies, and my empath abilities and my art are mine. My roommate now hates my music, my art, and my writings.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Humans
WHEN THE VEIL TORE
Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more 📘 WHEN THE VEIL TORE Memories of a Lighthouse From Şükrü’s Story Sukru Tosun
By Şükrü Tosun 5 months ago in Humans
I Found My Missing Son
Looking back now, I think it was destiny that me and my wife had that argument. I won’t go too in depth, but I will say it wasn’t the first time I’d stormed out of the house in a rage.
By The Curious Writer5 months ago in Humans
Alexander the Great Died With His Hands Open!
I heard this story years ago, and it has stayed with me ever since. This was not because of the man himself. History has already chosen what to remember about Alexander the Great, but it’s what he reportedly asked for as everything else was fading that stayed with me.
By Ajan Lori A. 5 months ago in Humans
But It Said That Many
Don’t get me wrong, I love the Precedent Paper*. It’s accepting, it’s curated, and the writers I’ve connected with through there are some of the nicest people I’ve met on Earth. The board also covers a variety of topics, from the serious to the humorous as well as both true and fictionalized accounts.
By Snarky Lisa5 months ago in Humans
No Sex Marriage – Masturbation, Loneliness, Cheating and Shame
I don’t remember exactly when it stopped. Not in a dramatic, obvious way. There wasn’t a final night where we both knew, where something was said out loud. It just… faded. Like a light left on too long, slowly dimming until one day you realize you’re sitting in the dark.
By John Smith5 months ago in Humans