To be strong and yet not use that strength is the strongest intimidation of all.

 To be strong and yet not use that strength is the strongest intimidation of all.

― Atrona Grizel

People have been conditioned to preserve their sameness by differentiating those who are unique.

― Atrona Grizel

The school system is obviously rotten. By its very nature it has to be. There is no “good school” because that would be like saying “good hell.” Yet people can’t detach from careers to which they’ve devoted their entire lives out of loyalty to an empty belief. Just as I protect my own independence unflinchingly, they try to protect their reputations stubbornly. I still see teenagers everywhere seriously debating “whether grades determine intelligence.” In fact, they themselves are not even responsible for this; they are actually victims. Because it is their families who imposed such a perspective on them. Since openly opposing this value is more exhausting than submitting to it, everyone internalizes it, and when they see this, they think, “Everyone does it like this, so it must be right,” and thus they reinforce it even more among themselves. This also gives rise to the type who shuts themselves in their room and cries when they get low grades.

― Atrona Grizel

Truth is shaped by perspective, language, context, power, history, and cognition. Humans do not uncover truth; they negotiate it, construct it, fight over it, and inherit it half-rotten. Therefore, truth is not objective; it is not objectivism that governs truth, but subjectivity. A lie agreed upon by everyone remains a lie, even if it wears a crown. A minority insight can be true even while being crushed, ignored, or laughed out of the room. Therefore, truth is not democratic either; it does not care who you are, how many of you there are, or how loudly you chant. Reality does not count votes.

― Atrona Grizel

“Be compatible or be annihilated:” thus my hymn to annihilation emerged.

― Atrona Grizel

Y: “Why do you go to school?”

X: “To drag noise into myself all day long, from morning till evening, and return just as I went.”

― Atrona Grizel

Deep and lofty things are not uttered, cannot be uttered, in collective places and spaces that are designed for crowds. The shrill frequency of such places is far too insufficient for such weight. Reality, for this very reason, is only that which is private.

― Atrona Grizel

The one who deifies themself can alter the common notion of “error,” thus ruling over reality, and prevent this fortress from being leveled by a single cannon shot.

― Atrona Grizel

Whenever the default setting of society—excessive happiness, boundless positivity, and artificial perfection—fades even slightly, yielding its place to sorrow, torment, and collapse, then a voice within me whispers: “Now it is your turn.”

― Atrona Grizel

Imagine a person who, in order to escape from a world they do not love, chooses to escape from the self they do love—what do they think in that final moment? That this is not a “death.” In fact, the usual logic is turned upside down: the person is right until the very end, while the world is wrong until the very end, and the absurdity is that, despite this, the person is the one wronged—the one who suffers punishment for their own rightness. Through self-destruction, the person does not cry out their own guilt. At this point, self-destruction appears as a kind of “transcendence.” When leaping from the roof into death, this person must whisper into the void: “Not to escape myself, but to surpass this cramped dimension.” It does not matter if, from the outside, it is seen as nothing more than physical death.

― Atrona Grizel

There is a whole generation that, the moment their body aches, instinctively reaches for painkillers. No one wants to endure pain. No one can. They are so devoid of artistry that pain registers in their minds only as a trivial disturbance.

― Atrona Grizel

What truly destroys the individual is not the East but the West, not authoritarianism but liberalism. The origin of everything lies, in fact, in the global dogma of Westernism; it is what poisons childhood, seduces youth, numbs adulthood, and ultimately seizes a person’s entire life just to exploit it. This manifests itself in things like excessive connection, excessive expression, and excessive production. What does this mean? It means that the person’s inner world is being emptied out for the sake of the capitalist outer world’s materialist hunger.

― Atrona Grizel

Those who say, “Are you ten years old to act so childishly?”—if I were to speak in their language, they are the ones who forever carry the mind of a ten-year-old. For remarks about physical age are not reflections of an inner reality, but rather of social expectations and rules. Those who place such importance on “being a kid” or “being an adult” are always the ones who have internalized these expectations and rules, mistaking them for their own thoughts.

― Atrona Grizel

To become an adult means to grow accustomed, and therefore to grow blind. The things children and the young spend their days pondering, adults do not even perceive, for their perception has long since adapted to the world. The adult mind is an automaton; following a predictable pattern conditioned to read only what it already knows, derived from its accumulation of experience. Even its most radical works and acts are actually mechanical. It is a rust that those newly arrived in the world do not possess.

― Atrona Grizel

X is a “thought-artist;” he rises with existence, lies down with existence, and monumentalizes nonexistence by celebrating it in his solitude. Then he enters among people: their worship of money, their hunger for fame, their sexual fetishisms, their astrological beliefs, their madness for cosmetic injections, and their social-media polemics. He listens intently, waiting—perhaps something might emerge that speaks to his inner world. He waits the whole day. And what he gains from this waiting is nothing but mosquito buzzings. Then he retreats again to the mountain peak of his solitude. For mosquitoes, after all, cannot reach the harsh and frigid climates.

― Atrona Grizel

In the modern world, among the first questions asked when meeting someone new is “What is your zodiac sign?” I have never seen anyone respond by wrapping themselves in a stubborn silence—rather than either stating their sign or still continuing the same chatter of trend and culture by expressing disbelief in astrology.

― Atrona Grizel

Cities are annihilation centers where hermitic—that is, noble—feelings and thoughts are ground down into dry leaves. Every stone of concrete is the death of a dream, and every gray silhouette, poisoned with superficial happiness, is the abandonment of another belief.

― Atrona Grizel

To be overly scornful is, in essence, to be overly respectful, for it acknowledges the existence of the other as a separate living being.

― Atrona Grizel

To think not of humanity as a species, but of oneself—to be an individual, belonging to a kind of which no one else is a member…

― Atrona Grizel

On the wall of the room where he hanged himself, right next to an arrow pointing to his lifeless body, it was written: “No one will be able to read this masterpiece correctly.” And then, at that moment, the accompanying silence understood: the artist, in an ancient rage because there was no one, nor had there ever been anyone, who could grasp his art, had torn it apart and thrown it into the fireplace. Had it burned? It is uncertain. Perhaps this very act was the exact art itself.

― Atrona Grizel

That which is about to be destroyed destroys everything in a final and absolute way as it goes. A dying power is always the most destructive one; the Germans were returning the occupied lands as wastelands to the enemy, and the executions of prisoners became the norm in the final months of the regime.

― Atrona Grizel

When the inner world becomes more real than the outer world, surpassing the practical and the physical to turn abstract, and thereby cosmic, solipsism is not far at all. This person’s body is nothing but a kind of capsule designed solely to house the mind, and the function of this mind is to abandon the body and adopt not the world, but space itself as its home. Their brain functions not as a flesh that embraces the external, but as a kind of “advanced technology” that constantly constructs and deconstructs reality. When “I” is not even in the world, or even in the “existence” itself, how could what is there ever reach them, appearing real?

― Atrona Grizel