#actaestfabula

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Acta Est Fabula is not just about dark and melancholic atmospheres. It is also a story about art and the artistic life – about those moments that stay with us forever when we create something with passion 🎨. In my gallery from my time at the art high school, you can find photos that capture this unique atmosphere – full of creative chaos, exploration, and the same aspects that accompany Acta Est Fabula.

These photos are not just souvenirs – they are my personal memories. Memories of still lifes I tried to capture on canvas, struggles with the brush, experiments with colors, as well as snapshots of shared moments with friends, which, despite the passage of time, still hold something elusive ✨. Especially since some of them are now just memories, to which I can no longer return.

And maybe now the question arises: why is she sharing this? There is always a beginning, though it’s not always easy to spot. Perhaps this beginning is right here – in these moments that once were my world, and now might become part of the story 💭.

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Cześć!

Cześć! To mój pierwszy post tutaj i... właściwie to nie wiem, co robię i jak się tutaj robi. 😅 Ale chyba to nie ma większego znaczenia. Tumblr kojarzy mi się z miłym wspomnieniem czasów gimnazjum, kiedy trochę blogowałam. Z sentymentu chciałabym do tego wrócić – a teraz jest ku temu niezła okazja, bo próbuję coś napisać.

Nie zawsze jest to prosta droga, dlatego pomyślałam, że fajnie byłoby dzielić się drobiazgami z tego procesu. Nie nadaję się na TikToka, a z IG jakoś nie czuję chemii. Ale tutaj? Tutaj wszystko wydaje się bardziej proste i wyjątkowe (a na pewno kiedyś tak było).

Kiedyś nazywałam swoje zapiski „Sprawozdaniami z drogi”. To określenie nadal mi się podoba, dlatego nazwałam tego bloga „Narratio Itineris” – opowieści z podróży. Nie spodziewajcie się jednak regularności, bo w tym niestety nigdy nie byłam dobra. 🙈

Planuję wrzucać tu przemyślenia, repostować rzeczy pasujące do wizji mojej historii i czasem coś napisać o tym, co mi w duszy gra. Może to coś Was zaciekawi, może zostaniecie na chwilę dłużej. W każdym razie – witajcie i dziękuję, że tu jesteście!

A co Was przyciągnęło na Tumblra? Też czujecie do niego taki sentyment? 💭

p.s. - mam nadzieje, że nie wyszło boomersko?

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Hi!

This is my first post here and... honestly, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing or how this works. 😅 But I guess it doesn’t really matter. Tumblr reminds me of fond memories from my middle school days when I used to blog a bit. Out of sentiment, I’d like to return to that – and now seems like a good time since I’m trying to write something.

It’s not always an easy road, so I thought it would be nice to share some little things from this process. I’m not cut out for TikTok, and I don’t really feel the chemistry with IG. But here? Here, everything feels simpler and more special (or at least it used to be).

I used to call my notes “Reports from the Road.” I still like that term, so I named this blog “Reflections from the road” – stories from the journey. Don’t expect regularity, though, because that’s not something I’ve ever been good at. 🙈

I plan to post my thoughts, repost things that fit the vision of my story, and sometimes write about what’s playing in my soul. Maybe it’ll interest you, maybe you’ll stick around a little longer. Either way, welcome, and thanks for being here!

What brought you to Tumblr? Do you feel that same kind of nostalgia? 💭

p.s. – I hope this doesn’t sound too “boomer”?

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A lighter. A fire. A small flame. Inhalation and exhalation, clouds of thick smoke... ↓

Today I would like to share with you the first two paragraphs of my novel – the ones that started it all. 📖✨ Although the text has already undergone many changes, I want to be honest with you. Working on such a large project is a constant search, improvement and rediscovery – in a word: changes, changes, changes…

A lighter. A fire. A small flame. Inhalation and exhalation, clouds of thick smoke. I could smell spring rain in the air. The day was quite pleasant; the sun gently broke through the heavy, gray clouds, giving me hope for the rest of the warm day. At times, my hands trembled slightly, revealing the emotions hidden inside me. Tension and a specific, thick atmosphere accompanied me from the moment I woke up. I felt anxiety that settled in my stomach, almost reaching my throat. That day, various feelings, usually unpleasant, were swirling inside me. But above all, I thought about the fact that I would be playing out this scenario for the third time. I adjusted my glasses and took a drag on my cigarette, looking at the bulky, gray building. I clearly felt a sense of minority next to it, perhaps because of my previous experiences. However, for many residents of this backwater city, this building was one of the few symbols of modernity and good taste, and above all, prestige. Despite this common opinion, for a long time this building had not stood out in any way to me. A large gray block, completely without character. Bland. My gaze wandered over the raw walls, which seemed to absorb every shade of light, thus reflecting the darkness and corruption hidden inside. This place had already opened the door to a new world and numerous prospects for me twice - it did not work out. That is why, standing there on this spring day, I hesitated whether it was worth entering once again. Did its interior really hide the potential of new possibilities?

Every word that was written then was a small step towards what Acta Est Fabula is becoming today. It is a journey full of emotions, doubts and passion. I hope this fragment shows you how this story begins – and maybe inspires you to share your own beginnings. What was your first step in realizing your dreams? 🌟

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I’d love to share more with you, but my work on the text is still evolving. A few weeks ago, I decided to reorganize the plot of my novel – to rethink it thoroughly and plan it out better. It was a huge step for me, one that allowed me to view this story from a fresh perspective. ✨ Thanks to this, I’ve gotten to know my characters much better – their motivations and their secrets.

Soon, I’d like to introduce them to you – to reveal who they are and what they’re hiding. For now… #staytuned 💭📖

Each change is a challenge, but also a great satisfaction.

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I can’t clearly pinpoint when writing began for me. ✍️ However, I do remember when the first ideas for Acta Est Fabulacame to my mind at the very beginning of my studies, in 2018. Back then, I was stumbling in the dark, I didn’t quite feel it yet. It’s funny how everyone tells us, 'Start working on your goal here and now,' but I think we’re not always mature enough. Sometimes, we just need to find the right moment.

At that time, I used to take a lot more photos than I do now. Maybe they, in some way, capture the atmosphere of Acta Est Fabula?