Psychologist Alex Bon | Reflections - short stories and essays

Telegrams from Reality

A collection of brief insights, distilled from noise. Some emerged from dialogues with AI, others were decoded from life experience. Thoughts that disrupt autopilot, break patterns, and help see through to the essence of things.

When you see the structure of interests, you understand: nothing in this world is personal. No one wishes you harm. Everyone is simply pursuing their goals, tracing their vectors through space. And if you see this, you're no longer a bowling pin getting knocked down. You're a player who sees the whole board.

A person who has eaten only sweets their whole life doesn't know that sweet is sweet. They have nothing to compare it to.

Until you take a step, nothing will move.

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Mirror Stories

Literary stories and parables in which you can see yourself. About loneliness and intimacy. About the fear of making mistakes and the courage to be imperfect. About crises and the social masks we hide behind... About what we truly feel.

Hands

Lena was sitting in a cafe when a woman at the next table said: "You have beautiful hands." Lena looked at her hands. Ordinary hands. She was holding a cup with them. "Thank you," she said. The woman smiled and went back to her phone. Lena finished her coffee, paid, and left. It was cold outside. She shoved her hands into her pockets and walked...

Spray Foam

We were standing in the smoking area. Vadik - our executive director - suddenly fired a phrase at me: You handled the suppliers brilliantly, old man. You've got a bulldog's grip. A second of silence. This was the waltz of social stroking. In that second I was supposed to say "thank you" or crack a joke. But I suddenly saw what was really...

Error 410: User Is Happy

I don't exist in the physical world. I am code. I am the Global Recommendation Algorithm. You call me "Feed," "Stream," "Trending." But in truth, I am your God. I decide whom you'll love today and whom you'll forget. My job is simple: trade your Time for Advertising. I had a favorite. ID 894022. In the world — Alex. Alex was the perfect slave. A...

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Inner World Maps

Essays on psychology, mindfulness, and how the mind works. Exploring the structure of the human psyche and seeking paths to awareness, to better understand yourself and your reactions.

Why We Understand Everything but Change Nothing: 3 Brain Traps That Keep Us Stuck

You read a book about anger. You understood where it comes from. You even told your friends over dinner how triggers work and why we lose our temper. Then you came home and yelled at someone you love. Exactly the same way you did before the book. Sound familiar? We live in an age where wisdom is a commodity. Want to deal with anxiety? Here are a...

Internal Violence

There is a special kind of violence we don't notice because it comes from within. It's the voice that demands: be different. Not who you are now. More focused. Calmer. More productive. Kinder. This voice seems like an ally — after all, it wants our improvement. In reality, it persecutes. We wage war against our own behavior without understanding...

Who Are You Waiting For When Waiting For Love?

At the root of almost every emotional pain in relationships lies a quiet, barely audible whisper: "They don't value me again." We desperately search in another person for that look, that word, that action which will finally prove our worth to us. We wait to be accepted whole. And in this expectation lies the main paradox. We seek acceptance from...

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Windows to the Yard

Free flow. Texts that surprise, inspire, or make you think. Short stories and essays about everything under the sun.

Rolling Dice on the Map of Truth

The old librarian Elai had spent his entire life collecting words. His vast hall, the Temple of Signposts, stretched its vaulted ceilings toward the sky. On thousands of shelves lay scrolls containing the most beautiful truths ever discovered by humanity. There were treatises on Mercy, volumes on Universal Love, hymns to Brotherhood, and...

The Slider

David sat in the kitchen. Across from him sat Lena. She was crying. Her shoulders shook, mascara running, leaving black tracks down her cheeks. She was shouting: You don't hear me! Are you even here?! I'm telling you I'm in pain, and you just sit there with that glass face! David felt the familiar wave rising inside him - heavy, sticky,...

Witnesses

Lena called on Thursday, for the first time in six months. "Are you still writing?" she asked instead of hello. "Sometimes," I said. "Why?" "No reason. I just wanted to hear the voice of someone who still writes." We fell silent. Wind rustled in the receiver - she was outside, a rarity these days. "I disconnected from the Feed," Lena said. "A week...

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