In the salon, the air was thick, laden with whispers that didn’t belong to any living voice. Surrounded by candles trying to force the darkness to hush, there I was, moving through glimmers born of the darkness itself, denying evil as a god and good as a martyr… damned…
This week, someone asked me what my favorite time to travel is, and I told them I adore the night… 🧛♀️ Moreover, I added a new philosophy to my eternal book: “No salvation, no damnation, just the cruel mercy of truth.” —kimV. Truth is a poisoned gift, a mercy that…
Inspired by Anne Rice. This is life—not a gospel ;) Dear readers, beneath the velvet shroud of night. Allow me to weave the words of this intriguing missive into the elegant cadence befitting an immortal creature of shadow, one who sips from the chalice of eternity and muses upon the…
“Les autres jouent un peu à ce genre de choses, mais Colm et Ivan sont des joueurs confirmés qui continuent à concourir à un haut niveau. Ivan a participé à des compétitions récemment — il a perdu trois matchs consécutifs en juillet, et le lendemain, il a découvert que… il…
Waking up, going to the terrace with a coffee in hand, barefoot, feeling the sun kiss my toes as I sip and soak in the view—cattle grazing on the grass. The simple things in life don’t bring happiness; they bring peace. In other blog posts, I’ve talked about happiness—y’all know…
This is an uncomfortable reflection on how certain “spiritual tourism trend” can turn into social media aesthetics. It’s not an attack on the rich or the poor—just a mirror held up to double standards. When I see someone who’s been swimming in cash their whole life say “Happiness is in…
“Birun az mafahim-e dorost o nadorost, sarzamini ast. Ănjã to-rã khăham did.” ——Rumi, Persian mystic poet. (1207-1273). Translation: “Beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there.” I was diving into Rumi this week, and man, I felt seen. I’ve never bought into the whole “right…
Hey there, my darling readers, I’m back—quite literally! I’ve come to my ranch retreat after weeks of juggling work, dodging drama, and dealing with those bad vibes. I’m here to chill with my pup, the one being I love most in this world. It’s one of those jet-lagged early mornings…
My dear readers, here I am, true to our weekly rendezvous… This week, I stumbled upon a Spanish song on Apple Music’s shuffle mode called Háblate de mí. The guy in the song says something like, before you go chasing answers out there, you’ve got to ask yourself first—as if,…
“The clock doesn’t dictate my rhythm.” I glance at it… but I don’t bow to it… in the best way possible, of course. 😉 You should know, in a convo, I turn off all the alarms. ⏰ Dear reader, my thoughts are unfiltered—check the disclaimer. Skip it, and you’ve got…