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The Rabbits Don’t Dig Linear Holes / A nyulak nem egyenes üregeket ásnak

My brain very rarely works in a linear way. What this means is that I’m not at my most efficient when I sit down and work on the same task for hours. And the more I struggle to force myself into working that way, the more catastrophic the results

My Dear Mental Trash Bin / Az én drága mentális szemetesládám

I don’t want to turn this whatever-it-is into a TED Talk, or some big self-awareness/self-exploration/whatever blog. That was never the point. Quite the opposite: I want it to become a mental trash bin where I can throw out all the garbage in my

The Superman of My Brain / Az agyam Supermanje

What saves me from a total system crash? Headphones on my head, with music so loud that even the dogs don’t want to come near me anymore. Yes. This is how I study. This is how I write. This is how I work. It helps me focus on what

My Application / Az a fránya jelentkezés

I submitted my application for the competition. This is also one of those procedures I would gladly outsource to someone else… Because if I have 100 units of cognitive capacity to spend on an application, this is how they get divided: 10 units: actually creating the work itself: world-building,

The Dark Side of the Rabbit Hole / A nyúlüreg sötét oldala

Okay. So now I am going to write something I have been thinking about for quite a while whether I should actually do it. Because I don’t really like putting my feelings on display. I like showing the side of me that looks forward: keeps going, tries, stumbles, is

Different System, Different User Manual / Más rendszer, más használati utasítás

My entire life has been spent fighting with my own brain. I have an insanely large mental capacity, I can process huge amounts of information in a very short time, but if something doesn’t interest me or there isn’t at least a moderately terrifying deadline chasing me with

When Your Art Becomes Part of Your Mask / Amikor az alkotás is a maszkod részévé válik

Yes. Art can be a mask too. When you don't dare show what's actually going on inside your head, when you keep taming your thoughts until they're conformist enough that nobody will lynch you for them. And no, I'm not talking about

The Relationship Between a Midlife Crises and a Lip Piercing / Az életközépi válság és az ajakpiercing kapcsolata

A large part of my life has been about trying to tame whatever is living inside my head. But only just enough to still be accepted, to somehow function in this society without having to give up everything that makes me me. You could say I was pressing the brake

Alice or the Red Queen / Alice vagy Vörös királynő

When 32 years’ worth of restrained surrealism finally comes together, some pretty interesting things can emerge from it. And I have my doubts about whether you can actually put the genie back in the bottle. Which raises an even better question: do I want to? The answer is probably a

From the Unhinged to the Ars Poetica / A vállalhatatlanságtól az ars poeticáig

I started thinking about what my true ars poetica might be. And I came to this conclusion: “Let me be as unapologetically inappropriate as the presence of women in the Hungarian Parliament: we tolerate them because we have to, and because having them there makes us look terribly progressive, but