Morad
@aghamorad.bsky.social
Failed writer, killing time, and time dies slow.
He never defines it outright; the details do the speaking. By the end, you still can’t pin power down in words, but you feel it: the compulsion, the ceaseless climb upward. It isn’t power itself that corrupts; it’s what comes with it: the fear of losing it, of sliding all the way back down.
September 27, 2025 at 10:34 AM
He never defines it outright; the details do the speaking. By the end, you still can’t pin power down in words, but you feel it: the compulsion, the ceaseless climb upward. It isn’t power itself that corrupts; it’s what comes with it: the fear of losing it, of sliding all the way back down.