nimitt

A more unordered collection of thoughts and writings.

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8th September, 2026	I regret every word I have ever said. I wish every time I said any word, I could just pause: and observe what I was saying. My room has a photograph of me and my mother hanging on the wall. I know there are lizards living behind it, that are there all the time.
22nd August, 2026	These clouds feel stranger: I don't know why. They are still far from here, rushing through the empty sky. The birds are already in their nests. They are not talking to each other. Slowly the darkness is covering up everything. I know I should be worried but I am not anymore.
17th August, 2026	What do you think is more interesting, shadow or mirror?
17th August, 2026	I think if time ever stopped it will be those afternoons: the sky is light blue with a golden gleam; small clouds covering the sun just enough. The trees are swaying slowly in the cool wind. The clothes are drying quietly in the backyard. And there I am, just back from school.
13th August, 2026	I often confuse design with luck. A coin does have two faces.
6th August, 2026	The only free time I have is when I am not doing anything, or probably when watching the raindrops splattering on a distant road, slowly joining into continuous streams along the road. If I ever talk about freedom I think I won't ignore these streams.
2nd August, 2026	Words understand humans much more than we imagine. They were together with us in the cold winters, when fire held us together in the caves. They were there with us in the battlefields, besides the rivers, in the nights when we gazed the stars forever. I sometimes wonder what would they want to say to us; want to say about us; about themselves.
27th July, 2026	Reality and simulation only differ in ignorance. If I ever painted that Bakain tree, I want to draw myself with it as well. Even when I spent a lot of childhood time sitting, lying, hanging from that tree, I am not able to imagine me with it. Every way I imagine it feels pretentious. My imagination only wanders in its surroundings. Sometimes, when it rained water collected around it, and I would make a paper boat. My mother had told me a trick to make the boat more stable in the water by fixing the tree's berries to the boat.
15th July, 2026	Existence proves itself. Yesterday I saw myself in the mirror. I don't even know if it is funny, melancholic or nostalgic. My words don't recognise me. They talk among themselves. I only pretend to understand them, so that they won't notice me.
2nd June, 2026	Broeggs As I stop the stove, my mother enters the kitchen and looks at the pan on the stove. Mother: What are you doing? Me (dramatic and pompous): Well, Well, Well. Allow me to introduce you to Broeggs: a culinary masterpiece, a perfect blend of taste and nutrition... My mother abruptly looks at it again, and asks Mother: What exactly did you do? Me: Well. To create this, it requires an unparalleled expertise... Her angry stare was enough for me to drop my tone. Me: Ehh, I boiled eggs and broccoli first, and then cooked them in daliya... yielding a rare combination of rich, extraordinarily taste with perfect nutrition. EHM, EHM. It's time that my exceptional skills take control over our cooking duties... My mother takes a deep breath with irritation. Mother (in an angry-comforting voice): Betu, I appreciate you tried to cook for the first time. You will learn slowly and one day you will be alright. Me: Oh come on, this is a masterpiece, a perfect blend. You must learn how to cook it... Mother: EHHH. SHUT UP. YOU HAVE INFLICTED DISASTER ON THIS WORLD. YOU HAVE CREATED A VOMIT INDUCING SUBSTANCE. GO ON TRY IT. I took a small bite nervously and straight RUSHED to spit it in sink. Drank a full glass water. I left the kitchen slowly with my mouth closed tightly avoiding my mother's DEATH STARE.

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8th September, 2026

I regret every word I have ever said. I wish every time I said any word, I could just pause: and observe what I was saying. My room has a photograph of me and my mother hanging on the wall. I know there are lizards living behind it, that are there all the time.

22nd August, 2026

These clouds feel stranger: I don't know why. They are still far from here, rushing through the empty sky. The birds are already in their nests. They are not talking to each other. Slowly the darkness is covering up everything. I know I should be worried but I am not anymore.

17th August, 2026

What do you think is more interesting, shadow or mirror?

17th August, 2026

I think if time ever stopped it will be those afternoons: the sky is light blue with a golden gleam; small clouds covering the sun just enough. The trees are swaying slowly in the cool wind. The clothes are drying quietly in the backyard. And there I am, just back from school.

13th August, 2026

I often confuse design with luck. A coin does have two faces.

6th August, 2026

The only free time I have is when I am not doing anything, or probably when watching the raindrops splattering on a distant road, slowly joining into continuous streams along the road. If I ever talk about freedom I think I won't ignore these streams.

2nd August, 2026

Words understand humans much more than we imagine. They were together with us in the cold winters, when fire held us together in the caves. They were there with us in the battlefields, besides the rivers, in the nights when we gazed the stars forever. I sometimes wonder what would they want to say to us; want to say about us; about themselves.

27th July, 2026

Reality and simulation only differ in ignorance. If I ever painted that Bakain tree, I want to draw myself with it as well. Even when I spent a lot of childhood time sitting, lying, hanging from that tree, I am not able to imagine me with it. Every way I imagine it feels pretentious. My imagination only wanders in its surroundings. Sometimes, when it rained water collected around it, and I would make a paper boat. My mother had told me a trick to make the boat more stable in the water by fixing the tree's berries to the boat.

15th July, 2026

Existence proves itself. Yesterday I saw myself in the mirror. I don't even know if it is funny, melancholic or nostalgic. My words don't recognise me. They talk among themselves. I only pretend to understand them, so that they won't notice me.

2nd June, 2026

Broeggs

As I stop the stove, my mother enters the kitchen and looks at the pan on the stove.

Mother: What are you doing?

Me (dramatic and pompous): Well, Well, Well. Allow me to introduce you to Broeggs: a culinary masterpiece, a perfect blend of taste and nutrition...

My mother abruptly looks at it again, and asks

Mother: What exactly did you do?

Me: Well. To create this, it requires an unparalleled expertise...

Her angry stare was enough for me to drop my tone.

Me: Ehh, I boiled eggs and broccoli first, and then cooked them in daliya... yielding a rare combination of rich, extraordinarily taste with perfect nutrition. EHM, EHM. It's time that my exceptional skills take control over our cooking duties...

My mother takes a deep breath with irritation.

Mother (in an angry-comforting voice): Betu, I appreciate you tried to cook for the first time. You will learn slowly and one day you will be alright.

Me: Oh come on, this is a masterpiece, a perfect blend. You must learn how to cook it...

Mother: EHHH. SHUT UP. YOU HAVE INFLICTED DISASTER ON THIS WORLD. YOU HAVE CREATED A VOMIT INDUCING SUBSTANCE. GO ON TRY IT.

I took a small bite nervously and straight RUSHED to spit it in sink. Drank a full glass water. I left the kitchen slowly with my mouth closed tightly avoiding my mother's DEATH STARE.

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A more unordered collection of thoughts and writings.