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Zbirka deset uzbudljivih priča poznatog psihoterapeuta Irvina D. Jaloma otkriva misterije, frustracije, patos i humor u srcu terapeutskih seansi. Pripovijedajući o dilemama svojih pacijenata, Jalom nam ne daje samo rijedak i očaravajući uvid u njihove lične želje i motivacije, već, takođe, pripovijeda i svoju sopstvenu priču iz ugla terapeuta: svoj pokušaj da izmiri svoje suviše ljudske reakcije sa senzibilitetom koji bi svaki psihijatar trebalo da posjeduje. Malo je ko, još od Frojdovog vremena, pokušao da prikaže sa toliko jasnoće i otvorenosti ono što se zbiva između psihoterapeuta i pacijenta iza zatvorenih vrata.

Ostali naslovi koji sadrže ključne reči: Psihoterapija , Jalom , Joga
Ostali naslovi iz oblasti: Pripovetke
The queen is not a mother, but a vocalist

Izdavač: Kosmos; 2. izdanje, 2023; Broširani povez; latinica; 20 cm; 286 str.; 978-86-7470-683-1;

Radroachhc ((link)) [2027]

: Using tools like Adobe Substance 3D Painter, creators apply detailed "hc" textures that simulate grime, irradiated shells, and realistic insect anatomy.

Radroachhc became a go-to source for Fallout 4 settlement builders. Building in Fallout is notorious for its glitchy physics and "janky" controls. Radroachhc showcased high-level builds, but also creative "glitch building" techniques—ways to manipulate the game engine to place objects where they shouldn't go. This positioned them as a "Hardcore" builder.

The nest is a venue. The queen is not a mother, but a vocalist . She is limbless, a pulsing sac of ova and phlegm, her spiracles tuned to a low G. She doesn't sing lyrics; she excretes them. The words are half-formed: “SYSTEM FAIL,” “NUCLEAR PAIN,” “MOSH OR ROT.” The worker roaches form the rhythm section by rubbing their legs together at 240 beats per minute—a blast beat made of chitin.

. The Neon Antennae Rad 's antennae didn't just sense vibrations; they could pick up phantom signals from the old "Cloud." On quiet nights, he would plug his legs into rusted copper wires, and his eyes would glow with a haunting, neon blue. He began "animating" on the cracked screens of the wasteland, using static and leftover pixels to tell stories of the world before the bombs—stories he saw in the data-ghosts of the ruins. The Broadcast One day, a group of scavengers stumbled into