Ideology

Crowd Psychology

Mass Behavior

Theater

The theater has always fascinated me. Not so much for what happens on stage, but for what happens in the seats: that shared silence, the synchronized breathing, the way everyone waits for the same cue to laugh or cry. As if what we feel were all ticking under one metronome...

A reflective short story about a night at the theater that turns into an exploration of crowd psychology, ideology, and the fragile geometry of collective thought. When a single misplaced applause ends a play too soon, the narrator begins to wonder how often shared belief, not truth, defines reality.

The Applause Before the Ending

Buenos Aires

Sometimes there’s just no time. Not enough to write something whole, or even to think clearly about what I want to say. But still, I feel like sharing. A crooked little thought. A sentence I overheard on the train. One of those ideas that shows up right before you fall asleep.

So yeah, that’s why I put together this section. It’s called Fragments because that’s what they are: little bits and pieces. Loose things that don’t quite make it into a full text, but still feel too alive to let them go.

Don’t expect grand arguments or brilliant conclusions. This is more like cracking open an old notebook and finding scribbles. Sometimes it’s just a single line. Other times it comes with a photo, or a doubt, or a laugh. And no, I’m not trying to reinvent 21st-century epigrammatic literature. It’s called Fragments because 'Stuff I Thought About While Waiting for the Train' felt a bit long.

For now, these fragments live here, inside the About Me page. Like little footnotes from my head. Maybe one day they’ll earn their own space. But for now, they’re staying close—like those things you should’ve said in the moment, and that now come knocking around nap time.

Like everything on this site, this too is an experiment. An attempt not to let the small things slip away.

And if one of them makes you think of something of your own, that’s more than enough.

Fragments is a collection of crooked little thoughts, overheard sentences, and things that arrive just before sleep. Not quite essays, not quite journal entries — just small flashes I didn't want to lose.

Fragments

A reflective overview of the purpose and structure of the personal site of Yair Korin, blending notes, book reflections, projects, and autobiographical entries.

About this Space (and a Bit About Me)

A personal, candid space for thoughts, projects, essays, and reflections by Yair Korin.