Ondrej Zika
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I like trying things.
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Don't Get Trapped by the Ecosystem
THE STORY Ever since they have been around, the question for many has been: Android or iOS? I faced that question several times, and as a person following the trends of the technology world, I collected enough information to want both.
By Ondrej Zika4 years ago in 01
denial in a memory
“Hey, are you still awake?” “What?” “Are you still awake?” Her voice sneaked through the silent room and caught me right at the edge before dipping deeper in and falling asleep. I slightly regret the decision to react, giving up the feeling of my body disconnecting from the world, which is thoroughly enjoyable.
By Ondrej Zika4 years ago in Fiction
rage
How much do I let the people around me influence what I like? How many of my decisions were affected by the thought of consequences and opinions? Why have I always been quiet and strived to please everyone? A good guy with a smile. How many of them told me that I should be more selfish? But I was scared. Always. Scared of what could come after the things I do, where my decisions may lead. How far does my selfishness reach, and what could I be capable of? Responsibility. That is how I always called it. The fear of being late presented as punctuality. Unwillingness to deal with confrontation is politeness and insecurity dressed into the flashy clothes of so-called wise silence.
By Ondrej Zika4 years ago in Fiction
Tention within tenses
It was presented to me as a gift, although it did not look like one. You walked me into a room with mysterious words. “This is our future!” You sounded excited, and it almost made me forget how the last several months felt. A little too glad to be able to hold your hand again, and following you with my eyes closed, I realised how much I trust you. Then you gently remove your fingers from my palm and move to the side. I can hear you breathing for some time, but then, your presence blends into the rest of the distant noises. Standing still with my eyelids blocking the view, waiting for a signal. But it never comes - the room is silent, and so are you. Another chunk of time dressed like an eternity passes before I look around. Only a little is visible from the dar scenery, but I know you aren’t there. As I slowly move around, feeling the wall, I stumble over a switch. Uncertain, whether you would allow that – if that was a part of the plan - I press it and watch the blinds rolling up. Slightly confused by the intensity of the outside world, I now identify the silhouettes as they gain the much needed third dimension.
By Ondrej Zika4 years ago in Fiction
sliced.
I don’t remember much from the beginning. Things seemed to happen all at once. I was wet and sticky, spinning in an endless spiral. The world around me was limited to the circular view from my bed. I was somewhat growing, and running around was gradually more difficult. Then everything disappeared in a white explosion. That one didn’t make me feel good. Up until that point, my body was capable of dealing with whatever they threw at me. However, everything in me started reacting as soon as the white powder and I touched, and the deeper it got, the more uncomfortable I felt. As if something was growing inside me - like feeling the presence of a parasite spreading, gradually taking over. But I couldn’t stop running to deal with it. Still, more things kept coming. I was processing the last dose when another substance was due, and everything turned dark. Unable to scream or get out, I stopped trying. In the end, I mindlessly wandered in a small circle, unaware of what was going on.
By Ondrej Zika5 years ago in Fiction
familiar
Early morning and its slow rituals are disrupted by the engine of a truck. A secluded house and the property around it, which used to be a farm, both have been abandoned for several years. Left unattended for the weather to deal with. He hasn’t visited since the time their parents were moved to the retirement home. What a strange day it was. Tainting the image of this place with muffled lamentations, silent blame and eyes avoiding each other. All three siblings travelled long distances to be present for this unhappy ceremonial, and apart from witnessing their parents being cut-off from what they loved, seeing each other added to the jarring event. The sole thing they had in common was the realisation; they had nothing to talk about, no reason to stay in touch nor care. The reality of being biologically related simply was not enough. And that day it all re-emerged, ruining what was left.
By Ondrej Zika5 years ago in Fiction
Keep it Safe
“It is important that you keep it safe. Everybody has to wear it!” The woman’s face faded into the background. It could have been my mother, but at the same time, I am not sure if the memory itself was mine at all. My eyes refocus on the concrete in front of me while the world around gains access to my ears. The contours of the oddly familiar expression vanished in the whirl of thoughts that again begin to move within me. Unsure what to do next I stay still listening to the uncomfortable noise and avoiding the direction where the man is laying. It does not get easier with time, and I gradually realised that certain scenes are not meant to be spectated by humans. Finally, I find the courage to leave the cover of the small building and head out of the area. It was one of the more unconventional parts of my training. The location does not add up with the stone I am holding. But it is all part of a plan. I believe I am ready.
By Ondrej Zika5 years ago in Fiction
the Guilt of Blame
The air is a bit heavy and wet, the echo of my quick yet careful steps wanders before me and behind. My unstable looking fast-paced walk may concern a bystander. But I am far from worried. Submerged in a shapeless dark space, a place I have never seen and only have known as this. It soon became the focal point of my days, especially since I have been here on my own. Starting as a tunnel, quickly evolving into an endless mash of blinding silence and shadows within shadows. Alone yet far from lonely I take advantage of the vast space and expand as much as I possibly can. My mind grows exponentially, and my thoughts slow down due to the longer travel. I give up who I am, happily sending it to the unknown depths around. Never knowing whether everything comes back once I decide to return and fearless of the outcome. I would hardly notice any change and there is nobody else to tell me.
By Ondrej Zika5 years ago in Fiction
