Tag: written chaos
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The word no and random thoughts.

I spent last night chasing a single question: what does “no” look like in every language whose word for “no” starts with N, in standard romanization, and when the writing system isn’t Latin, how does it appear in its original script? With only four hours of sleep last night—and maybe twelve combined over the two…
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Unraveling the Most Bizarre Phobias

Fear often defies logic, manifesting in irrational phobias related to everyday objects and situations. Examples include arachibutyrophobia (fear of peanut butter sticking to the mouth), nomophobia (fear of being without a phone), and xanthophobia (fear of yellow). These peculiar fears remind us that anxiety can arise from the most unexpected sources.
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Embrace Chaos: The Best Rules Broken Food Combinations

I went to grab lunch, just looking for something simple. Nothing exciting, nothing groundbreaking—just food. But my brain had other plans. As I stared at my options, I found myself questioning everything. Why do we follow food rules? Who decided that certain flavors belong together while others don’t? Before I knew it, I wasn’t just…
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When Gods Disappear: How Erasing a Culture’s Beliefs Changes the World

A civilization burned. Its gods erased. Its voice stolen. Carthage did not simply fall—it was buried. But what if it hadn’t been? What if history had splintered? The gods who ruled the Mediterranean—forgotten, but not gone. Their echoes remain. The question is: do we still hear them?
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Cool Things About Space Exploration

Space is weird, chaotic, and full of wonders. From the eerie silence of the void to the absurd cost of a NASA spacesuit, space exploration is advancing fast, uncovering bizarre mysteries along the way. What strange discoveries lie ahead? Maybe Mars aliens are watching our rovers with mild annoyance lol.
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Time and Trouble

The poem explores themes of uncertainty and chaos, highlighting the interplay between instinct, trouble, and the passage of time.
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Tempest Born

The wind does not move. It takes. The storm rips, devours, remakes—not as it was, but as it must be. Chaos does not ask. It does not wait. It just is.


