Dagmar Goeschick
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WWIII
I don’t know if this is the beginning of something or if the beginning has already passed us by without ceremony. Maybe it started quietly, somewhere between a morning commute and a late-night headline no one fully read. Maybe it didn’t feel like a beginning at all—just another day where gas prices crept higher, where another company shut its doors, where another young person signed a contract they barely understood.
By Dagmar Goeschick21 days ago in Fiction
The Friction of Order
They promise that if you follow the rules, the outcome will follow too. Study, work, pay, vote, obey. In return: stability. Healthcare when you are sick. Education when you are young. Justice when you are wronged. Safety when you are afraid.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a month ago in Humans
The Calm Before Nothing
I woke with a headache in the middle of the night in 1981, the kind that seemed to have hands and knew exactly where to press. It was a hot summer, the kind that made the curtains hang like tired flags and the air taste faintly of metal. For four weeks the thermometer had refused to sink below thirty-five degrees Celsius, even in the shade. The sky had been a relentless blue bowl without cracks.
By Dagmar Goeschick2 months ago in Fiction
