e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
de Ștefan Bolea Is Schopenhauer right? Is life just pain and suffering? To put it differently, aren’t the positive aspects of life prevalent? Nietzsche’s famous yes comes to mind. Was it the yes of a masochist seeking an ideal escape route? This yes, like the affirmation of the overman, bears a distinctive utopian feature. Yes to […]
[Studii fantastice] de Oliviu Crâznic Ciprian MITOCEANU (n. 1976) este istoric și geograf, profesor documentarist, publicist și scriitor de (în principal) literatură fantastică (inclusiv științifico-fantastică, fiind inventatorul unui „amendament Dawson” cât se poate de antiutopic pentru Statele Unite ale Americii [1]), cu elemente proeminent macabre – deseori comparat cu Stephen King (întemeiată comparație, căci își […]
de Sorana Maria Ilie Cavalerul nu avea un nume. Acesta a fost primul indiciu. De când își putea aminti, ceea ce, trebuia să recunoască, nu însemna mult, viața lui a fost un șir nesfârșit de misiuni: să ucidă dragonul, să salveze domnița, să apere onoarea regatului. Era un cavaler în armură strălucitoare, […]
[pricinaşul de serviciu] de Radu-Ilarion Munteanu Un film semnificativ: Einstein and Eddington, Philip Martin, 2008, UK, USA
by Kenneth M. Kapp Avrum couldn’t remember his own name. In truth, he’d forced himself to forget his name a long time ago: months, years, centuries ago. He laughed once, recalling that one year in a dog’s life is like seven of ours. “Ha, then I’m living one dog’s life for my mother,” and […]
by Douglas Young “How much longer before we get there?” Zelma asked from the back seat’s right window. “Yes!” Tucker exclaimed with one hand on the wheel and the other hitting the roof of his old car. “Thank you, Zelma. I bet Nolana you’d ask within twenty minutes of our leaving, and I […]
The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
Stay We are our only home sometimes we can return to when all the other homes are just dust or a memory
1 the lonely grove grew for the dead here glass of grave drowned in died grass and everywhere red rederry instead green greenery
If the verses do not protest If the verses don’t protest about the nature of Italy’s excise taxes on taxes, against nature, we will end up like Britain’s Brexit with petrol skyrocketing we’ll have to dinghy our way out of the EU