Sometimes it feels like this is the only story I can tell. It’s like if I don’t make it into something profound and important, all the suffering was for nothing.

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In 1983, when I was eleven, my best friend Gabor lived in an apartment on Feherlo Street in the 11th district of Budapest.

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In the evening of a late spring day, a secret army emerged from the ground in neighborhoods all over the state.

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Sheer shades, pansy wallpaper, and colorful vintage posters. To 90s Hollywood, this was girlhood.

Philosophy and science are like two wheels of a moving vehicle, as both of them are vital to the smooth running of the said vehicle, not one more important than the other.

Imagine a man—he’s tall, dark, and lean, the kind of fright found only in the bathroom mirror or the darkest nightmares. He has grown up being judged for not being able to work fast enough, hard enough, good enough.

The magical realism genre exploded during the 20th century in Latin America and was a pivotal piece in the development of Latin America’s literary voice.

The world’s most sinister form of mind control isn’t found in fictional apocalypses or the latest season of Stranger Things, but in the jungle, as zombie fungus gnaws away at the insides of insects.

For many years, the subgenre of cannibalism has been used as a way to shock and disturb viewers while simultaneously intriguing them.

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?”