It doesn’t matter who lived them.
These scenes left traces inside me.
That’s why I wrote them.
Not to be read — that’s why I didn’t shape them into a printed book.
Not even to remember. Just to let them out.
Because sometimes, a person thinks, pauses, falls silent…
But unless written down, those thoughts get stuck — tangled in the folds of the mind, between the synapses.
Writing feels like sending my thoughts out on a walk.
Everything I gather while thinking falls into place when I write.
Sometimes, holding on to a single word is the only way I can soothe my emotions and clear my mind.
Writing is like talking to myself — but also leaving the door slightly open, in case someone is quietly listening.
I know most people don’t write.
Maybe they don’t feel much either.
But I feel too much. And as long as I do, I have to write.
Because if something isn’t written down, it almost feels like it never happened.
Like Roy Batty’s final words in the Blade Runner film — etched in our memory alongside Vangelis’ haunting score:
“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.”
That line echoes inside me sometimes.
If I don’t write, all those moments, memories, and thoughts feel as if they’ll simply vanish.
This section holds short stories and untitled fragments —
quiet records of what’s gathered inside me.
Small in scene, deep in feeling…
When I write, I lose a little of myself.
And somehow, I find a little more of myself too.