The greatest form of indifference is the annihilation of the very concept of indifference itself.

 The greatest form of indifference is the annihilation of the very concept of indifference itself.

― Atrona Grizel

As a typical perception, when someone is called “Western,” the mind conjures an image of a person who is scientific, intellectual, rational, questioning, and innovative. “Eastern,” on the other hand, is portrayed as reactionary, religious, bigoted, closed-minded, and traditional. In my mind, however, what emerges is this: the Westerner, constrained by the narrowness of their perspective, is an arrogant lover of money and pleasure, while the Easterner is an ascetic priest possessing inner depth and bearing spiritual resilience.

― Atrona Grizel

I have seen what those who managed to escape from North Korea ended up becoming: faces covered in makeup, body parts filled with Botox, dyed hair, tattoos on their arms, rings on their hands, piercings in their navels, and underneath it all, American denim jeans. And most importantly: a social personality, a language shaped by internet diction, a Western-style slur fetishism, and an empty existence in pursuit of pleasure and comfort. Seeing this instinctive animality, I can understand why they defect from the Democratic People’s Republic.

― Atrona Grizel

Total systems offer something liberal modernity cannot: existential weight. They say: “This is the world. Take it or be crushed.” Because they do not pretend to be gentle, which is key for reality-building.

― Atrona Grizel

I am drawn not to absence, but to what follows the annihilation of that which once existed. I prefer not the world where humans have never existed, but the world after humans have gone extinct. The ruins of the system that was built are frozen in time, yet the system itself is gone: this is the greatest bliss. For only then will I touch the sunlight seeping through the ruins and set off on an adventure as free as a bird, as I come from the post-collapse—I can have no mission in a world that still believes in itself.

― Atrona Grizel

When thoughts cease to be confined to certain places, one adopts a cosmic perspective—no longer focusing merely on surroundings or the world itself, but on the entire universe. In this vastness, temporariness and tininess are found, and thus an odd sense of solace emerges.

― Atrona Grizel

The deepest smiles begin with the deepest wounds—like flowers blooming from shattered concrete, like scars laughing at knives.

― Atrona Grizel

Whoever I address looks to me like monkeys with whom I am trying to communicate in vain, including all those “great minds.” When I tell people honestly that I simply make do with them rather than being in a deep relationship, they immediately withdraw and, in their own way, punish my frankness. Yet I can only settle for humans. I can do nothing else with them; they are unbelievably low as species.

― Atrona Grizel

Whoever does not fill their days with thoughts of death should not have the right to live.

― Atrona Grizel

Whenever someone—whoever it may be—expresses their thoughts about something—whatever it may be—my first reaction is not agreement or disagreement, but a reflexive urge to burst into laughter inside.

― Atrona Grizel

For a Christian, the true religion is Christianity; for a Muslim, it is Islam; for a Buddhist, it is Buddhism; or for a Shintoist, it is Shintoism. But the most important point to pay attention to is that a Christian will almost always emerge in lands where Christianity is dominant, just as others do. That is why these faiths are more cultural absorption than independent choice.

― Atrona Grizel

In a city, one lives in such a way that if something is missed, even for just a second, there may never be another chance to have it again. For example, one must be at the bus stop before the bus arrives, or else it won’t be seen for a long time. Or, if late for a meeting, it is not just the meeting that’s lost, but the ripple effect that follows: another delay, another wait. When the day is packed with moments like these—where each second demands attention—there is almost no possibility of simply being. The city forces people into a constant state of urgency, making them live reactively rather than reflectively. The clock never stops, for this is its nature; even if cities are not intentionally designed this way, they are doomed to be so. Even the remaining free time is swallowed by the noise of machines, phones, conversations, and the constant pull to move and do. There is no space for peace and silence amidst the constant obligation to act and execute, and thus no room for contemplation.

― Atrona Grizel

The person just beyond arm’s reach as one passes by on the street is not a concern; unknown to one, unknown to them. In cities, the individual is insignificant.

― Atrona Grizel

Everyone has had and has thought of killing someone, but very few have actually done it. So, where does this feeling go? Nowhere.

― Atrona Grizel

To be among people is like being at a masquerade ball. Crazy people are “crazy” simply because they attend this ball without a mask.

― Atrona Grizel

I have the ability to create feeling out of nothingness. Because to extract nobility from the superficiality that is occupying everywhere, I have to invent the sun with my own hands every day just to keep myself warm. When I speak of creating feeling, I mean that emotions are formed from me, not I from emotions. For example, someone may have said something, but I can deliberately or inadvertently perceive it in a different way, and my reaction may change accordingly. If that person insulted me, I might see it not as derogatory but as a joke, and believe this with complete sincerity. Thus, my reaction would be laughter, not anger. In other words, everything depends not on what is said but on what I hear being said. Whatever I want to see a thing as, that’s what it becomes, and this is my mystical power. Flat people who experience events as they are are prisoners of experiences. But for me, imagination ceases to be imagination, bending reality and taking its place, becoming reality itself. This is not “delusion” but sovereignty of interpretation; it is the most inward and most subjective way of living existence. It’s the recognition that the raw data of life arrive as empty noise until they are filtered, framed, and ultimately authored by a consciousness—me.

― Atrona Grizel

As if committing a crime, I “commit thought.”

― Atrona Grizel

Cities are no different from massive prisons: places dominated by turmoil and chaos, where temporary pleasures and amusements are clung to merely as a way to hold on to life; where inmates devour and fight each other for some hollow sense of entertainment; where they passively or actively obey every given order; where they spend all their days within colorless, gray, concrete walls—without freedom, without genuine engagement—simply because this is their only choice. The only way out is to wait for the “sentence” to end—or to choose the ultimate, shortest escape: suicide. People have been forcibly confined here, like prisoners serving time. Being here was not their choice, so why are they even here?

― Atrona Grizel

Sometimes I wish I could not calm myself, so that I could feel the desire and impulse to end my life, but I cannot. No matter what I experience, as soon as I return to solitude, I pull myself together. It is like entering a portal: when I withdraw into seclusion, I change dimensions and find the strength to deal with any pain. If I wanted to commit suicide, I would have to consciously learn how to make myself suicidal, because no impulse has authority over me.

― Atrona Grizel

My solitude functions as a kind of “reset button” that renders everything that came before it ineffective. That is to say, as long as I am with people, the only thing I think about is getting away from them as soon as possible and returning to my solitude, to my home. And when I return, I do not even remember what I experienced outside; as I get lost in my inner world once more, these things remain only in theory. The danger is not that toxicity enters my life, but that nothing external can survive for long in my inner world. This is not repression, but mastery. Defensive adaptation taken to an extreme.

― Atrona Grizel