Journal

Previously, I have already explored some aspects of this topic in an essay that I shared on my site. However, I thought it was lacking in academic support and mostly contained my views and experiences. Therefore, I decided to re-evaluate and re-edit that post.

The human mind is a complex creation. It has depths that we could not, cannot and will never be able to reach. Edgar Allan Poe in his gothic novella conducted psychoanalysis on himself, or rather wrote it after he experienced the dive into his inner depths.

„The Fall of the House of Usher” When I read this novella ten years ago, I thought that it is only a horror story. A dark story about madness and the undead… However, as we change during the ages, so does the stories that we read. Therefore, now I see it in a...

My thoughts about the story of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. The novella is presented to the reader like a journal of a woman.

I like reading good and intricate stories, and Browning’s My Last Duchess tells a mysterious story about a Duke who lost, most likely killed his own wife, and who is now looking for his next victim.

„The Zoo Story” written by Edward Albee for William Flanagan…
Why is the title „The Zoo Story” when in fact we are clearly not in the zoo, and while it is mentioned, the story is not about the zoo at all… or is it? What is a zoo? Who is William Flanagan?

I decided to share this essay, because I believe that it is thought provoking.

A little food for thought about life and dreams. Most of these I already explored in one of my previous writings, but I thought I could raise some interesting questions. These I did not include in this form, previously.

The question of distinguishing dreams form real life and vice versa have moved the imagination and thinking of humanity since the dawn of consciousness.

I would like to wish everyone a peaceful All Saints' Day! May this be a blessed day, let our loved ones rest in peace! Nevertheless, let us not mourn now, do not let sadness settle in our hearts, but instead remember the moments spent together, the great deeds of our...