A wish to be present in the conversation.
A wish to be the subject, whether protagonist or villain.
A wish for initiative.
As for mine, well, the Tower, the Magician, and the Hanged Man were drawn.
The Fool is neither magical nor obscure.
Fear becomes both shield and scythe.
Those who enter and those who stay are carefully chosen, yet somehow never removed.
A lack of manners, a lack of care, a lack of upbringing.
But never a lack of courage. What is this?
A sick little vomit of Morpheus.
Tower, Magician and Hanged Man in one spread is a rough draw. The Fool being left out of it on purpose made me laugh.
Feels like a bad dream written down the morning after, with the god of dreams too sick to send a proper one.
The bit about people carefully chosen yet never removed is what I keep turning over. It sounds like a house rule more than a tarot card, and I read the Tower and the Hanged Man as the two people stuck living under it.
Between yellow, red, green and purple
I'm unwell, and I need an answer. Maybe is too strong. He was just strange, a man I couldn't describe here if I tried, and he kept me curious through every class. He even made an inappropriate…
I'm unwell, and I need an answer. Maybe is too strong. He was just strange, a man I couldn't describe here if I tried, and he kept me curious through every class. He even made an inappropriate…
I used to think EDC culture was mostly harmless nerd behavior. Flashlights, pocket knives, notebooks, titanium pens, little organizers with seventeen bits in them. Fine. People like tools. People like objects. Some people enjoy refining a system. I get it. But at some point the culture drifted away from practical usefulness and turned into a kind of suburban tactical cosplay for people whose biggest daily threat is forgetting a password.
Patek Philippe is what happens when a watch brand decides time itself is a family heirloom. Most watch companies sell you a product. Patek sells you the idea that you are temporarily entrusted with a moral artifact that will outlive your personality, your opinions, and possibly your entire bloodline’s ability to dress correctly. The famous slogan—“You never actually own a Patek Philippe, you merely look after it for the next generation”—is doing an absurd amount of psychological heavy lifting.…
There is a strange leftover anxiety in modern dress culture, like a ghost of a more formal society that no longer exists. We all still behave as if every visible detail is being quietly graded. The watch is one of the clearest examples of this illusion. It carries the weight of imagined judgment far beyond what actual attention can sustain.
The absence of light does not crush with a dim, heavy sign in the sky;
I’m far too worn down—a disembodied, crumbling mess—
Report from a capoeirista:
This is a short video on how to start the "macaquinho" jump in capoeira. Note: It wasn't possible to demonstrate it in a more expansive way; doing it on asphalt might be a problem. Practice makes…
A wish to be present in the conversation.