Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #2

When I sometimes ask myself, whether my mutism is a choice or am I a captive of it, I often get, “both” as the answer. Choice, because no matter what I can always blabber something. It may or may not get us anywhere; no learning, entertainment or emotional exchange, but I can fake interest with … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #2

Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) – #1

Selective Mutism Selective Mutism: A self-imposed choice of shutting the fuck up. In certain groups, you would find me strangely quieter than my usual self, as if I dislike everyone, which if I may say, a lot of times, isn’t far from the truth. But that’s not what I am necessarily getting at here. I … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) – #1

The Ringing Continues

You have sharp ringing in your ears from that wrong dive you made this morning in your pool. It sounds like your ears are gargling the bullshit you keep hearing on social media or otherwise. So, you are talking a bit louder than you should, yelling almost, at the cook, the maid, the guard, almost … Continue reading The Ringing Continues

The Green On The Mountain

With his tiny little feet, he stepped on tiny pebbles across the shores, that little boy Timothy, and he kept stomping on them and kicking them away one after the other. It was fun. Monkeying around on the sand and throwing pebbles into the blue and calm ocean. Wooop they went. He rejoiced every time … Continue reading The Green On The Mountain

Van Gogh in Skirt

While laying the books on the desk with a disturbing thud she has looked at me. Her starched skirt ballooning, as she sits down two seats behind me to the right – that newcomer in the class, with panda eyes, dressed in a crumpled white plaid shirt, grey skirt, and a big distracting bandage on her left … Continue reading Van Gogh in Skirt