I am Alex Buday.
My work moves between personal memory, history, satire, and quiet social observation. I am interested in the moments where private life meets history: a family story, a journey, a political absurdity, a sentence heard somewhere long ago — small details that often reveal more than official explanations ever could.
My writing is rooted in Central European experience, but I do not see it as a regional limitation. On the contrary, this background gives me a particular angle from which to look at power, ideology, fear, hope, memory, and the many illusions we learn to live with. History, after all, rarely stays in books. It enters kitchens, train stations, family conversations, borders, silences, and everyday choices.
Through my project *Illusions Not Included*, I write essays, satirical pieces, reflections, and literary sketches for readers who still believe that words can do more than fill a screen. I write about politics, culture, society, technology, economics, and human behaviour — not as abstract systems, but as part of the strange theatre in which we all play our roles, sometimes knowingly, sometimes with admirable confidence and very little rehearsal.
I like irony, but not emptiness. I like humour, but not shouting. I am drawn to writing that can be intelligent without becoming academic, sharp without becoming cruel, and personal without turning into confession.
My passion is to examine the stories we tell ourselves — as individuals, nations, consumers, voters, believers, and spectators — and to ask what remains when the comforting illusions are gently removed.
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