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~ editorial >>> Ștefan Bolea – Untitled #1 >>> Sorin-Mihai Grad – Ce să scriu? ~ articole >>> Sorin-Mihai Grad – Drumuri [rubrica “egoZaur”] >>> Ștefan Bolea – Despre prostie și semidoctism >>> Oliviu Crâznic – Epoca Superstiției: „Inteligența” Artificială >>> Cătălin Ghiţă – De ce scriu cărți? >>> Mihai Bogdan Lupescu – Noaptea trecută […]
de Sorin-Mihai Grad Ai în față numărul din EgoPHobia care a fost cel mai greu de făcut în cei 22 de ani de existență a revistei noastre. Motivele nu contează, important e că poți să-l citești. Majoritatea muncii mele la el am făcut-o pe tren și tramvai. Nespectaculos, știu, de era vorba de avion sau, […]
[egoZaur] de Sorin-Mihai Grad Suntem dresați, ca să nu zic mințiți, că drumul ar fi mai important decât destinația. Bănuiesc că primul care a emanat această gogomănie n-a prea avut parte de succes în întreprinderile sale, așa că și-a inventat o consolare. Poate chiar ca scuză pentru că nu era-n stare să se sinucidă, ca […]
de Ștefan Bolea Can we ever finish crossing it? We’re climbing out of a self-inflicted pit Soldiers with no armies, horses without a knight
de Marius-Iulian Stancu “The trees can’t grow without the sun in their eyes And we can’t live if we’re too afraid to die.” [The Black Angels] Din insomnia lui Tyler Durden ia naştere Fight Club. Insomnia este instrumentul prin care protagonistul romanului lui Palahniuk descoperă caracterul inautentic a ceea ce desemnăm folosind noţiuni precum real […]
by Oindrila Ghosal The automatic doors of the train parted. Ranveer, clutching his harmonium in the canvas bag, stepped in. At this time of the evening, there were not many people on the platform. Not many people disembarked either. And so, without much hassle, he found himself a seat by the window. He first […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Sam was doing his best to exercise more. If he went shopping, he’d go in the morning and park the car at the far end of the store’s lot. If he had only a couple of bags of groceries, he’d leave the car on the street instead of pulling into his […]
wine remember we drank together tasteless wine from a cardboard box now I’m even poorer and I drink only your silence
by Jonathan Ferrini Victor grew up inside a trailer park with dilapidated trailers packed together like tuna in a rusty old can. His grandmother’s trailer smelled of cleaning supplies; the scent she brought home from cleaning offices overnight. She raised Victor alone after his mother abandoned him for a life as a hippie drifting from […]
by Douglas Young Moxley Sorrel’s office door was the open one. As intimidated as he had been in college approaching a professor, Dr. Sorrel did all he could to make students feel comfortable getting help with a course, continuing a compelling class discussion, asking for advice on a major or what courses to take, […]