The Liminal Self: Between Becoming and Belonging
The Threshold Is Not Empty We often imagine identity as a fixed point; a name etched into glass, a passport, a profession, a story we can tell without hesitation. But…
The Threshold Is Not Empty We often imagine identity as a fixed point; a name etched into glass, a passport, a profession, a story we can tell without hesitation. But…
It begins with a point.Small. Sharp. Silent.The pin is not grand; it is exact. Not loud; but deliberate. It does not cover. It pierces. In a world of gestures and…
Some thresholds are marked by doors.Others, by silence. In Japan, the torii does not guard.It does not swing open, nor lock shut.It simply stands; a gate to nowhere, and to…
A Line Around the Neck The collar is not fabric.It is architecture.A deliberate line drawn across the body, framing the neck like a border between permission and power. Fasten it,…
There are no borders in rhythm. Only bridges; strings and horns leaning across cultures, percussion tracing lines where maps fade. Persian Jazz is not a playlist. It is a dialogue.…
Introduction You notice it once. A word, an object, a symbol. Perhaps a particular motif stitched into the edge of a pocket square. And suddenly, it’s everywhere; on the train,…
Not all tattoos are ink.Some are vows.Some are weapons.Some are eyes. In Thailand and Cambodia, Sak Yant is not body art.It is invocation; geometry as prayer, ink as protection, the…
Curated from the teachings of Alex Krasny Not all knots are made to hold.Some are made to signal. This is not just about technique. It’s about intention.The knot you choose…
Paper & Echoes Not all stages are lit. Some are hidden in plain sight, behind glass counters and wooden shelves stacked with pens, notebooks, helmets, and toys that refuse to…
Silence is not always empty.Stillness is not always still.And absence is not always lack. There is a shape to space.A meaning in pause.A truth in the in-between. In Japan, this…
Mystic Valley There are no borders here. Only echoes; carried by wind, carved into stone, softened by mist. Mystic Valley is not a playlist. It is an encounter. The oud…
There’s a certain knot that never settles.A knot that doesn’t sit stiff, doesn’t obey symmetry, and never looks rehearsed.It’s called the Italian knot.But its true name is sprezzatura. Not a…