admin Adrian Gabriel Dumitru has done it again. Another book, another existential grenade thrown straight into humanity’s polite dinner party. The Nonsense Seen as Normal isn’t a title — it’s a warning label. This isn’t philosophy for calm evenings and herbal tea. It’s the literary equivalent of screaming into a mirror until it screams back. Dumitru doesn’t analyze society; he drags it by the hair into the light and demands it explain itself. Spoiler: it can’t.
He writes with the weary precision of someone who’s seen too much of humanity’s absurd parade — influencers selling enlightenment, politicians preaching empathy, couples hashtagging love while barely speaking. His essays drip sarcasm like acid rain, dissolving every illusion we’ve glued together to make life look normal. He doesn’t rant; he performs a poetic autopsy on the corpse of reason. And like any good autopsy, it’s disturbingly fascinating.
Dumitru’s genius is how he turns frustration into art. His tone hovers between philosopher and madman, and you’re never quite sure which one is speaking. He calls out the nonsense that has become sacred — our obsession with appearances, our addiction to approval, our polite acceptance of hypocrisy as “maturity.” Each paragraph slaps, not gently but with the exhausted force of truth finally losing its patience.
You can almost hear him laughing — not out of joy, but disbelief. He mocks the modern worship of positivity, the cult of “good vibes only,” the endless motivational noise that masks deep existential despair. He doesn’t offer comfort or answers. He simply says, “Look around. Does any of this look sane to you?” And somehow, it feels refreshing.
There’s a shocking beauty in his cynicism. It’s not bitterness — it’s clarity disguised as outrage. He doesn’t write for applause; he writes to exorcise the idiocy that passes for wisdom. His words sting because they’re too true. Reading Dumitru feels like watching someone peel away your delusions one layer at a time while smirking: “Still feeling enlightened?”
By the last page, you realize the real nonsense isn’t out there — it’s in here. In us. In the way we pretend absurdity is order and call it civilization. Dumitru just holds the mirror steady while we squirm.
And maybe that’s why the book hurts so much. Because beneath all the sarcasm and shock, it’s not madness he’s exposing — it’s honesty.
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