
The Ship of Theseus: Identity, Altered
What are you if nothing original remains?The same vessel,Or something else entirely? You feel it when you revisit an old place in a new mind.When your rituals shift,or your wardrobe…
What are you if nothing original remains?The same vessel,Or something else entirely? You feel it when you revisit an old place in a new mind.When your rituals shift,or your wardrobe…
We are matter.But we are also fire.And sometimes, the work is not to build, but to burn. You feel it in moments of friction, when something must end, but hasn’t…
We are meaning-makers.But we are also meaning-holders.And sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is not reach. You feel it in moments of silence, when the question arrives, and you…
We are taught to polish, to perfect, to preserve.But Wabi-Sabi suggests something else:that the cracked, the faded, the incomplete; these are the marks of truth. In a world that accelerates…
For thousands of years, incense has trailed through temples, battlefields, homes, and rituals, its smoke curling through time like a whisper from the past.Today, it burns quietly in our spaces,…
We are pattern-seeking beings. We find faces in smoke, codes in dreams, meanings in cracks, constellations in the chaos. A rustling in the woods is never just the wind. A…