A poem — A roaring thunder extends a lifeline of light and damning warmth towards everything the waves chased away The path of absolving acquiescence is now illuminated through the crystals that flow from your tired eyes Diving deep down in your lonely voice another thunder breaks you apart and carries away a brittle lament…

Do you have an aversion to repetitive movements? — Have you ever felt annoyed, stressed, or even angry when looking at someone’s repetitive movements? If yes, you might be among the 33% of the population that has misokinesia. The term “misokinesia” is derived from two Greek words, which mean “hatred of movement”. While it is estimated that at least…

A poem — The sound of the freight train in the distance Slams me back into my miserable existence My body is numb but my mind is racing I am not sure what part of me I am embracing A voice asks me whether I agree I wonder if he can’t see that I’m…

Early morning Greek commute at its finest — One more Tuesday got me on a very long commute, observing the people on the bus. Sometimes I feel so bored that I even come up with ideas about games. Usually I listen to music, but sometimes I turn it off when I notice that something is happening (like the…

Exploring the mechanisms of encoding and retrieving trauma memories — Through evolution, the brain is hardwired to remember danger and respond accordingly. Memory pathways create shortcuts in the brain, in a way that makes activation and response almost instant. Due to the brain’s perception of the self-being in danger, it stores and retrieves traumatic memories differently than regular memories.

The story of my guitar teacher and her impact on me — I met my guitar teacher, Ms. A., when I was 7 years old. I remember what she was wearing that day, and her bright smile that made me feel confident and at ease. I have previously shared through a poem and a short life story that she was the one…

Imposter Syndrome strikes again — I have just finished writing a peer review for a scientific journal, and I can almost hear the Imposter Police on their way to arrest me for impersonating a scientist who knows what they’re doing! Mr. Imposter Syndrome is currently laughing his ass off. If you’re unfamiliar with the term…

A personal story of my absinthe use — Back when I lived in Prague, I was often looking for the next thrill. This habit of mine got worse when I realized that certain substances (like marijuana) didn’t have much of an effect on me. I was familiar with absinthe before going to Prague. The first time I came…

A poem on gender dysphoria — Once again I dreamed of another version of me A person who is uninhibited and free Who uses their body as they desire Without hiding it behind a baggy attire This person in my dreams fully accepts And graciously embraces and respects The shape of their body and its curves As it floats…