Solitude is a narcotic; once one grows accustomed to it, quitting becomes difficult.

 Solitude is a narcotic; once one grows accustomed to it, quitting becomes difficult.

― Atrona Grizel

A decent dictatorship is superior to a perfect democracy.

― Atrona Grizel

I live only in order to survive, and this only shows that my survival has no importance. I am a mere accident that kept breathing.

― Atrona Grizel

A person is not obliged to resemble the people they share a space with. If they do resemble them, it only points to the absence of an identity rooted within, because someone who is truly themselves will remain themselves no matter where they are or who they are with.

― Atrona Grizel

My room is my cathedral, falsely accused of being a “cave.”

― Atrona Grizel

On social media applications, there are phrases like “be part of the fun” or “watch what you’ve been through this year.” When I compare these with people’s inability to live without their phones because they fear they are “missing something,” with their anxiety that not truly living might be worse than dying, and with the way they justify pleasure and entertainment by saying, “I only come to this world once; I will never be this age again,” I see that all of it comes from the same mentality. One of the cultural sayings automatically thrown at me whenever I refuse to join some “bombastic event” is: “You should appreciate this age because you’ll never live it again.” Yet what they don’t know is that I exist completely outside the notion of age, and that I can be satisfied even without concrete memories. This means that someone can exist outside the ritual of “experiences,” and this is precisely what terrifies them, because they are dependent on the crowd. They call their view “common sense,” yet I see only the same decayed pattern repeating both online and offline. It is a machinery that everyone else treats as if it were weather. This reveals how social media platforms exploit and amplify this perception for profit. As long as people continue to hold these thoughts, they will remain under the influence of advertisements, benefiting only the companies that exploit their anxieties about “being part of life” and “living life to the fullest,” not the individuals themselves. These platforms preach spontaneity while engineering compulsion. They package existential dread as a notification. And people defend it as “normal,” because once a cage is decorated with enough bright colours, they convince themselves it is a pink playground.

― Atrona Grizel

Society is a cluster of people forcibly held together by weak ties.

― Atrona Grizel

The profession of journalists is not reporting events but creating them.

― Atrona Grizel

When I look at my writing style from afar, I sometimes think I am a volcano spitting ice.

― Atrona Grizel

A boring job is unbearable because expectations are attached to it, not because it is unloved.

― Atrona Grizel

Human beings, like in video games, are cards that determine their own quality: common, uncommon, rare, epic, and legendary.

― Atrona Grizel

In educational institutions, philosophy is always taught as something systematic, and lazy minds that absorb the outside world as it is eventually come to believe this. Yet any systematic philosophy, no matter how innovative it appears, is trapped in tradition and therefore turns into gibberish. The point of attending mainstream philosophical schools is not to absorb what is taught there but to walk out saying the exact opposite of whatever they say. That is independent thought and therefore philosophy, while the former is mere bureaucratic training.

― Atrona Grizel

I cannot picture myself ending my life by suffocation with gas or water, by hanging, by a gunshot, or by stepping in front of a vehicle. None of those scenarios take shape in my mind. What returns, persistently and almost exclusively, is a single image: releasing myself from a great height, somewhere entirely empty of people. The fixation is nearly fetishistic. The method feels non-negotiable, as if it must be a fall. This is because it presents itself, paradoxically, as the most liberating form of confinement: the sensation of weightlessness, of moving freely, like a bird. It feels free because it is the only motion in which the body stops working. Walking, swimming, hanging, and even breathing require ongoing labor, but simply releasing oneself from a cliff’s edge does not. The body becomes irrelevant, as it already feels irrelevant. Falling is spatial, not violent. It frames the act as movement through space rather than injury to a body. The mind is not picturing harm but departure, driven by intense abstraction to the point of depersonalization. This means that even in that moment, I am not attacking my body but my environment. I have never truly hated myself; I have always felt the hatred of the world directed at me. A fall is framed internally as withdrawal rather than violence, which suggests an absence of internalized self-hatred and the presence, instead, of “other-hate.” In this way, it preserves a sense of authorship over meaning.

― Atrona Grizel

Those who are silent because they do not make noise and those who are silent because they cannot make noise are different, and when the latter pass beyond the “phase of silence,” they usually reveal themselves rather quickly.

― Atrona Grizel

The human being is something not to be dissolved, improved, or surpassed, but something to be abandoned.

― Atrona Grizel

I admire those who are outwardly lazy but inwardly diligent. That is, not some fat idler who spends the entire day in a neglected room on a filthy couch covered with food scraps, eating fast food and playing computer games, but the contemplative hermits who, because of their philosophical views, renounce society’s values by adopting a nomadic or “parasitic” lifestyle and turn toward the inner world. Opposition to work is noble when it serves as a foundation for turning away from the pursuits civilization offers and embraces toward more authentic and higher pursuits, but if this is absent, it often functions merely as a justification for laziness.

― Atrona Grizel

I walk into a shop. At that moment a command goes to the staff’s brains, and they automatically approach me, look at my face, and smile, expecting me to perceive their smile as an actual “smile.” I do not even make eye contact, because having been disregarded all my life, I have developed a deep sensitivity to society’s insensitivity, and I know well that even these people who look directly at me do not actually see me. So I just leave silently, without reacting. They will not remember it anyway, because perhaps hundreds of different people enter that place every day, and of course they will not remember all of them, because those people are ordinary to them. Yet with these fake smiles they aim to make the customer feel “special.” Since I am aware of this hypocrisy, this technique does not work on me. Those who live within society carry the illusion that society cares because of the effect of their social relationships, and thus they are more vulnerable to this technique. Beyond that, they consider it “politeness” and respond with a smile. It is like two people who do not care about each other pretending that they care and calling that caring. For someone completely alone, such treatment that implicitly says, “We’re glad you came,” is nothing but a pure comedy.

― Atrona Grizel

Someone who runs and expects me to run after them will never see me again.

― Atrona Grizel

I am so happy that sometimes I fear this happiness will not fit into this lifetime. The thing that gives me happiness is already death itself, because I will never be myself again, even though I am deeply attached to myself. I do not want to be separated from myself. Even while being tortured, I feel pleasure simply because I am still in this body, because there is a kind of magic in being myself, and I am its wizard. I carry within me a deep conviction that I am “too precious to die,” yet I also know that death has listened to no one.

― Atrona Grizel

To be able to become a passive nihilist, my mind would have to be like a straight road that never swerves left or right. But I do not say “nothing exists”; I say “nothing exists except the inner world.” In other words, where nihilism stops, I see not a destination but a station, and I do not stop; I move on. I am not even a pessimist, because my pessimism is not directed toward existence but toward civilization. Even if I am physically hopeless, I believe that metaphysically I am hopeful despite everything. I see sanctity in everything, and I will not pretend not to see it. In addition, I do not think I can be defined as a “misanthrope,” because my harsh criticisms of humanity are not the outbursts of someone embittered by bad experiences but the remaining artifacts of a wounded idealism. I still believe in beauty, and my rejection of everything collective stems from wanting to prevent the filth I see everywhere from dragging me into its own dirty web.

― Atrona Grizel

People tell someone getting a tattoo, thinking it is polite, “I hope you will be happy.” Yet why is their happiness dependent on the marks a pen leaves on their skin? No one thinks about this, and even if they do, they surrender, because this is what society’s “beauty standards” have become. Objecting to “body fetishism” requires strength, because it demands enough inner power to risk being “ugly.”

― Atrona Grizel