Flowerboy

Joined January 2025

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The Glass Dome
One day, someone told me they couldn’t understand what my great anguish with the world was. Perhaps I don’t understand it either. Since then, I’ve been trying to decipher what, exactly, weighs so heavily upon my existence.
By Flowerboy9 months ago in Confessions
Questioning Science
Questioning Science: To what extent is science used to naturalize social inequalities? Human beings perceive nature through observation, but the understanding of nature comes from an interpretative process — one that generates a convergence between language and the society in which the individual is inserted. In other words, our understanding of what is “natural” is inevitably shaped, or even “infected,” by the limits of our language and the social structures around us.
By Flowerboy9 months ago in Critique
Threshold
Sometimes, I remain motionless on the inert surface of my bed, my eyes suspended on the window, absorbed in contemplating the firmament. The clouds glide in their uninterrupted choreography, unfolding into volatile layers of vapor, while time pours itself with the inexorable fluidity of a silent river. The world persists in its impenetrable rotation, indifferent to my limited perception. Beyond these walls, lives are in ebullition. Entire lives, proliferating in an intricate tapestry of dreams and contingencies, intertwined like golden threads in the invisible loom of the cosmos. I breathe, and in that infinitesimal interval, I am seized by an overwhelming epiphany: the awareness of my own insignificance. I am the center of nothing. And paradoxically, this realization soothes me.
By Flowerboy10 months ago in Psyche
Oneiric Abyss
First Stage My dreams erode my consciousness in an insidious manner, consuming me like an abyssal ocean that refuses to reveal its bed. Each night, my psyche plunges into increasingly deeper oneiric strata, dissolving in the tides of a realm whose threshold with wakefulness grows indistinct. I fear, in the depths of my perception, that one day my essence will irrevocably merge with this ethereal domain, obliterating any possibility of return.
By Flowerboy10 months ago in Photography
My Clone Stole My Identity
In the solitude of the night, I found myself while diving into a state of intense euphoria induced by chemical substances. We always meet at the most innocuous moments of our existence, and it was in that instant—while I was enjoying the abundance of neurotransmitters in my brain—that I saw myself standing on the balcony while, at the same time, sitting on the couch inside.
By Flowerboy10 months ago in Fiction