The Luminous Paradox: Trading Authenticity for the Illusion of Balance

Passages of anger

The volatility had become constant. I had forgotten how to live without fear and hostility, relying on alcohol as my buffer and my invisible shield.

The Mirror and the Tide

The human died in the brush, but this was not in vain. Like a hermit crab shedding, the shell is ready to rot and rebirth new earthly features—The moon does not speak in the small, broken syllables of men. It speaks in gravity. It speaks in the deep, heavy tug of a tide that runs…

Observing people. Understanding behavior. Finding light. Trying not to be an asshole.