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…
Transmission #006: Mad Men
Mad Men There are no anthems. Only moods, poured over ice, flicked from a match, exhaled in silence. Mad Men isn’t a playlist. It’s an after-hours reel of jazz lounges,…
The Scarab: Rebirth as Function
In Ancient Egypt, nothing was idle.Every symbol had a role. Every god had a task. The scarab, that humble beetle, was no exception.It did not ask for worship. It did…
The Button: Rituals of Closure, Symbols of Command
Before thread met needle, there were knots, pins, and clasps. But the button, a disc with intention, offered something subtler: silent structure. More than fastener, it was a final word.…
The Furnace Within: Alchemy and the Self
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…
The Edge: Where a Garment Ends
Borders are not limits. They are signatures. A hem is not just where the fabric stops.It’s where intention becomes visible. Edges define. They declare: This is where it ends, on…
Transmission #005: Beneath the Jade Canopy
Beneath the Jade Canopy There are no choruses. Only chimes; suspended in stillness, struck by time. Beneath the Jade Canopy is not a playlist. It is a threshold. A soundscape…
The Hamsa: The Hand That Does Not Hold
Some symbols shout. Others whisper.The Hamsa does neither; it watches. A hand, open and unwavering.An eye, set where a palm should be.Found in homes, around necks, pressed into thresholds or…
The Ring: Circles of Oath and Orbit
A ring is never just a circle. It begins as a shape; smooth, closed, perfect.But over time, it becomes something more:an orbit, a ritual, a contract, a cipher.In gold, iron,…
Negative Capability: The Power of Not Knowing
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…
Heirloom Dressing: Time as Accessory
Some objects don’t belong to a moment.They belong to memory. A ring passed down. A scarf with frayed edges.A watch that ticks not just with seconds, but with the echo…
Transmission #004: Echoes Beyond the Veil
Echoes Beyond the Veil There are no lyrics. Only breath; stretched thin across time, across distance, across silence. Echoes Beyond the Veil is not a playlist. It’s a descent, or…
