Time doesn’t pass here. It leaks. Memory turns liquid, prayers rot into symbols, and the body becomes a vessel it never agreed to carry. Not everything that looks like salvation is light. Not everything that screams is asking to be saved
Got wrecked by the algorithm. Yeah, I know the styles it likes. They always get reach and I use them sometimes. But I’m not posting only to please it. I’ll post what’s on my heart and what I want to say. Maybe the algorithm will be kind someday
I stopped for a while and I don’t want to get back. May fortune be kind
A lot of drama lately about “AI slop.” Funny thing is, fake videos were here long before AI. Scripted influencers. Planned “accidents.” Manufactured outrage. Perfectly staged “real life.” That was all fine for you. But now suddenly everyone’s a truth warrior? Relax. At least now we know the internet isn’t trustworthy. It never was. Don’t believe everything you see. You never should have
tantric vibrations
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Life has always been a constant amazement for me. I kept questioning the basics: Why am I here? Why am I me? Why do we do what we do? That curiosity led me into many uncomfortable places. I came close to death a few times Oh, it is scary. Now, the older I get, the more I crave peace and simplicity. And sometimes it feels like I chose the wrong era for that kind of life. Even though I carry this strange sensation, my heart still tingles when I think about the future. I don’t know why, but it does
I was framed. There is no escape
happy burning!
born to consume
Divide et imperia, my dudes
so tired... of yet another day in paradise
I didn’t escape fear. I met something larger, and brought the fear with me
To the light!
they say jump you say how high!
We are just cattle. Guinea pigs for them
the game of life
Is it better to stay blind and be happy, or to see and carry the burden of awareness?
The dogs are barking while the red sun consumes us
The city will outlive us. That was always the plan
Space isn’t something far away. We are the space. It created us
We, bugs, have been served. Also you can buy my prints. I am selling only one per month. Thank you
Faith is a condition of survival. Death is a condition of growth. The universe neither knows nor cares
The Seventh Seal. Chess with Death: the only game where we never win
I didn’t wake up from the nightmare. I woke up into it
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We kneel to the silence you left behind. Take us, before we take everything else
One of the oldest “life hacks” in philosophy says the best outcome is never being born - and the second best is dying early. This idea existed before Buddhism. The Greeks called it wisdom. Buddhism later reframed it more politely: life is suffering, rebirth is the trap, and enlightenment is the exit. No panic. No depression. Just an ancient reminder that humans have been side-eyeing existence for a very long time
You and me. Into the void
And maybe what we call a “life” is just space learning how to curve around you