The Slap in the Face I (Eventually) Needed

As usual, I woke up jaded, dreadful, empty. In the past few days, probably since the first session of my therapy, I rarely got overstimulated by thoughts before bed or...

Hating Myself as a Protection

This is probably the most depressing title I’ve ever written. I should probably change it to something else so it doesn’t sound like I’m desperately, and actively, looking for validation,...

How Many Layers Is Too Many?

So… how many layers is considered “too many”?5? 50? 500? This is why I hate numbers. It separates you, grades you, classifies your worth and efforts: excellent, not good enough,...

Line in the Sand

There’s a phrase that’s been lingering in my head lately. Quiet, but unsettling, like a faint, static hum in the background. It showed up when I was feeling powerless, when...

Silent Faces, Loud Voices. #MaskOn

Beyond aesthetics, masked musicians create spaces where art transcends identity. In an era obsessed with exposure, their conscious choice to remain hidden speaks volumes about artistic freedom.

Fresh Out of My Cortex:

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Hating Myself as a Protection

This is probably the most depressing title I’ve ever written. I should probably change it to something else so it doesn’t sound like I’m desperately, and actively, looking for validation,...

Line in the Sand

There’s a phrase that’s been lingering in my head lately. Quiet, but unsettling, like a faint, static hum in the background. It showed up when I was feeling powerless, when...

Verba Vivere

I do have faith, you know. In something that is leading. In something that’s real. In something that is whispering. “Come. This way. Come. This way.” In spite of the...