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américa - atl. san luis
I found it in my father’s wallet after he passed. Tucked behind his ID, worn soft at the edges, was a ticket stub from a match twenty years ago. The ink had faded, the date blurred, but I remembered the day: rain falling sideways, the stadium half-empty, our team losing badly. We’d left before the final whistle, soaked and silent.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
albacete - real madrid
I didn’t go for the game. I went for my nephew. He’s twelve, wears a faded jersey two sizes too big, and talks about football like it’s scripture. “It’s not about winning, Tío,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when no one’s watching.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Hour the World Went Quiet
It began with a flicker. Not of light, but of absence. The hum of my devices—the soft chime of messages, the buzz of updates, the endless scroll of curated lives—simply stopped. At first, I thought it was a glitch. I tapped screens. Checked cords. Restarted everything twice. But the silence held.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
Diary of Anony Elle
If you read the last post, forgive me… I was rambling. See, I have a plan! I have learned that perfection is not needed to start that plan. So, I just started it. I am committed and I will not allow my circumstances to deter me like I have many times before. Not this time. This time I am focused, dedicated, and willing to do everything that I need to do to achieve the outcome my babies and I deserve. I now know who I am, who they are, and what I am up against. I do not plan on being nice anymore, now that I know how stupid nice is. I do not wonder if they love me (“they” will be revealed soon) and I know who my enemies are; so I no longer have limits.
By Anony Elle10 months ago in Journal
Diary of Anony Elle
If you are reading this the battle has begun. I have packed a small suitcase, a small duffle bag, and a bookbag to begin my travels from Chicago to the Orlando area. I am looking for my babies and I will go to the highest mountain and the DEPTHS OF HELL to find them!
By Anony Elle10 months ago in Journal
Digital Landlords: Algorithmic Control in Bangladesh Ride-Sharing
By Tuhin Sarwar । Published: 13 January । 2024 । DHAKA, BANGLADESH At 4:30 AM, when most of Dhaka still sleeps, Mohammad Rahman starts his daily negotiation with an algorithm. He opens three ride-hailing apps simultaneously – Uber, Pathao, and local newcomer Shohoz watching the digital maps light up. His motorcycle, purchased with a high-interest loan, waits as he does. The algorithm will decide his day's fate.
By Tuhin Sarwar10 months ago in Journal
Mosquitoes' Bloodsucking Tubes Could Enable High-Definition 3D Printing
In science, progress often comes from unexpected places. Sometimes it arrives through billion-dollar instruments or massive computational models. Other times, it shows up in the anatomy of a creature most people spend their lives trying to avoid.
By The Biotech Lens 10 months ago in Journal
How The Destiny Swapper Was Dupped
What if your death had a due date? What if it were written not on paper, not in a hospital file, but carved into the bone-memory of your bloodline—an ancient marker ticking quietly beneath your skin like a clock no one else could hear?
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun10 months ago in Journal
The Quiet Evolution of Everyday Life. AI-Generated.
In a world that constantly celebrates the dramatic, the loud, and the spectacular, it is easy to overlook the small, almost invisible changes shaping our daily lives. While headlines scream about the latest breakthroughs or viral trends, some of the most meaningful innovations exist in silence. They don’t demand attention, yet they subtly influence the way we live, work, and interact with our surroundings.
By Reginald Pembroke10 months ago in Journal
The Gate We All Walk Through
I didn’t realize I’d disappeared until I saw my reflection and didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow—a word silenced here, an opinion softened there, a laugh forced to match the room. I traded pieces of myself for acceptance, like coins dropped into a vending machine that never gave back what I paid for.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Keeper of Secrets
I didn’t go in for a book. I went in to escape the rain. It was a gray Tuesday in March, the kind of day that presses down on your chest like a wet blanket. I’d just received news I wasn’t ready for—a job lost, a relationship frayed, the quiet unraveling of plans I’d spent years building. I walked without direction, shoulders hunched, until I saw it: a narrow storefront with a flickering “Open” sign and a window full of leaning paperbacks.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
