Sometimes I wonder if what I’m doing is the right thing. Defending something that may have already collapsed a long time ago. Yet here I am, still standing in the...
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Two Decades with Massive Attack: What Drew Me to Them in the First Place
Well, it’s not exactly two decades. It’s probably more than that, but I didn’t realize it. This post was meant to be a way of recalibrating myself with something I’ve...
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The Bear Has Always Been Like a Mental Asylum And Somehow, I Feel Like I Belong There
And most importantly, it’s hard to organize a team full of mentally overloaded people into one unified team of skillful people. The most fucked up thing above all? You are...
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Thirty-Seven.
I tried not to care, but I couldn’t. Celebrating my own birthday has always felt strange to me. Not like something I look forward to, but something I could easily...
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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,...
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What I’m Trying to Get After a Decade of Building a Business
After a decade of building Lippielust, I realized I lost myself in it. This is my small step to detach, breathe, and exist beyond just being ‘Lippie.’ Not a resolution, just a reflection.
People Think I did it for Fun, without Knowing That I was Hurt too.
Sometimes I wonder if what I’m doing is the right thing. Defending something that may have already collapsed a long time ago. Yet here I am, still standing in the...
Breaking the Orbit
I’ve always seen my trauma as a black hole. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been orbiting around it. Seeing it, feeling it, but never daring to get...
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...
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.