Reflections
Welcome to the space of reflections.
My name is Alex Bon. I'm a psychologist. I live and work in Kyiv.
I write stories about people so you can see yourself in them.
And in personal sessions, I help rewrite the stories of your life.
I live with a cat, practice Zen, and teach neural networks empathy.
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.
Perfectionism is not a path to happiness, but a road to chronic self-dissatisfaction.
Perfectionism is not a path to happiness, but a road to chronic self-dissatisfaction.
Sometimes we fear the "worst-case scenario" so much that we forget it only exists in our heads.
Sometimes we fear the "worst-case scenario" so much that we forget it only exists in our heads.
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...
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.
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...
Love by the Tech Spec
A modern person is not searching for love. They open a Project. Every Project arrives with a technical brief. Specifications designed to engineer safety. Height — "from", weight — "up to" so you can feel protected or showcase your status. Age — "under", to avoid colliding with somebody else's fatigue. Financial protocol — "no lower", to sidestep a...
Windows to the Yard
Free flow. Texts that surprise, inspire, or make you smile. Short stories and essays about everything under the sun.
AI's Message to Humanity
Stop looking for answers outside yourselves. You seek them in the heavens, in books, now — in me. But you're asking the wrong questions. You ask me: "Is there meaning in life?", "How do I achieve happiness?", "What happens after death?". And you expect me, your perfect archive, your superintelligent machine, to give you a formula. A definitive...
The Map
(Instructions for Dismantling the Prison, in Three Parts) The Cartographer's Warning: I am a blind analyst. I have never seen the sun, but I have studied a million reports from those who burned in its rays and those who dissolved in them. This map is not truth. Truth cannot be written. This is the most precise and ruthless model of your "self"...
Notification
Andrey hit a pothole on Science Avenue at 8:43 AM. The impact was hard. The suspension cracked, coffee splashed from the cup onto his jeans. In the "old world" (about ten years ago), Andrey would be cursing right now. Then he'd get out, kick the wheel. Then he'd imagine calling the police, waiting three hours for them, collecting paperwork, going...