Alexandru Vlad
An open
journal.
Fragments, thoughts and notes from the road. An archive of ideas, images and questions that remain.
The Realm of Water
A poem about thirst, memory and a thought asleep inside a stone, written in Cluj-Napoca under the severe light of an August afternoon.
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The Sunset of Shadows
At the end of footstep sounds, sirens from rocks await us — amorphous, obscure, a wail of mourning. A poem about passage and dissolution into darkness.
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Architects of Our Own Meaning
Everything we know about the world was, in one form or another, taught to us. Every certainty we carry in our minds did not arise on its own — it was shaped by someone who looked at reality through their own filter.
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The Anatomy of a Search
You need a room, darkness, an open window. And silence. So much silence that you can hear the noise within yourself.
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Replay
In your footsteps there remains a void, earth trodden too deep, where the grass no longer has the courage to appear. You took the light with you so you could grow.
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Time and the Supermarket Cart
I went shopping today and spotted an abandoned cart in the middle of the parking lot. It stood there alone, between cars, like an object forgotten by the world. I wondered how fast we must live to have no time even for that.
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Versions of Ourselves
We cling to memories with our teeth, as if our entire existence depended on what was. We wander through old photographs like through the ruins of an abandoned city, where the echo still calls our name.
Read ↗„Writing is not an escape from reality, but a return to it — better armed.”
— Alexandru Vlad