Too far apart

many“There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.” ― Kurt Vonnegut

I’m writing these words knowing that people from all over the world are going to read them. People of all ages, ethnic and cultural backgrounds, of different religious beliefs. Most of them, I’ll never get a chance to meet. Most of them, I don’t know how they look like, what’s the thing they want most in this world, or what is it that they’re afraid of… most of them are perfect strangers to me.

Yet, simply by writing these words with these strangers in my mind, having the certainty that my words will reach them, they become a little bit more than strangers. They become human beings, just like myself, and that is one of life’s greatest achievements. Continue reading

Over the edge…

edgeI’m going to write about something I’m sure most of you don’t really want to read. It’s one of those topics we rarely explore, simply because we’d like to deny their very existence.

I don’t know how you think I am, if you view me as an idealist or a realist, if you think I’m good or not or even worse than that, but the truth is that, for most of my life, I’ve been a pessimist. One of the worst kind, actually.

The ones who feel they never get what they want. The ones who see themselves and the world around them as broken beyond repair. There’s never enough light for the ones who are afraid of the dark.

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Someone’s got to go first…

Someone’s got to take the first step and donate to the campaign that’s raising funds to help me pay my medical bills. The next appointment at the endodontist is on the 30th, and I’ll need $250 to pay for the treatment.

If you want to help me out, you can contribute any amount you see fit here.

Thank you,


Review: The Automation

OMEGAVenusMiloPrint3“The capital-A Automatons of Greco-Roman myth aren’t clockwork. Their design is much more divine. They’re more intricate than robots or androids or anything else mortal humans could invent. Their windup keys are their human Masters. They aren’t mindless; they have infinite storage space. And, because they have more than one form, they’re more versatile and portable than, say, your cell phone—and much more useful too. The only thing these god-forged beings share in common with those lowercase-A automatons is their pre-programmed existence. They have a function—a function their creator put into place—a function that was questionable from the start… Continue reading

Three years…

blogThree years ago I decided to start this blog and never give up. No matter what. Three years ago I took it upon myself to write books, finish them, and self-publish them on Amazon and other online outlets.

But the story isn’t as simple as that… Continue reading

Friday Review: Love by Jin Okubo

CoverfrontLove is a story about soul mates, a story about destiny; one written by a man from the perspective of a man, which I find to be interesting.

Maybe it’s just me, but it always seemed to me that even though women are romantic by nature, it’s as if romance itself was created by men. It is men who crave for a love so perfect that there’s no room for doubt, it is men who are capable of going to extreme lengths in order to fight for their love. It is men who believe in their feelings until the very end. Continue reading

Some Skeletons Don’t Stay in the Closet

Originally posted on shakemyheadhollow:

                         A New Novel by Gary Gautier

Drenched in the sights and sounds of mysterious New Orleans, this story is heartwarming, funny, and serious all the same. Three kids searching an abandoned house for hidden silver find themselves confronting long-forgotten ghosts and the house’s dark memories of racism, loss, and betrayal.  The quest for the silver is especially nerve-racking for Annie, the kid who actually sees the ghosts, both of her deceased mother and of the bygone denizens of the house. Her friends want to believe her but can’t, and she herself is torn between running away from it all and following the ghosts into the house’s dark history. With the help of assorted old characters on the block, the kids restore order to the community and lay bare the bones of what makes a neighborhood: the ability…

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Hi guys,

First of all, I’d like to thank each and everyone of you who contributed to my previous campaign. It has helped me tremendously towards solving a medical issue that I have struggled with for almost three years now.

Sadly, the treatment is costing more than previously anticipated.

That’s why I am asking for your help. Any amount matters; bringing me closer to reaching this goal and finally solving a medical issue that is far from minor.

If you want to help out, you can donate any amount you see fit here.

Thank you so much,



passion“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”Howard Thurman

Ask yourself this simple question: what makes that little muscle inside your chest beat? I mean, really, really beat. Insanely strong, in such a way that you can feel it furiously pumping blood inside your body. What’s your passion? What do you live for? What are you willing to die for? Continue reading