I woke up at 02:02. The world was silent, yet something was speaking. Not through noise, but through vibration — the quiet pulse of truth whispering behind the veil. 02:02 — a sacred rhythm, reminding me that duality isn’t conflict. It’s a dance. Between light and shadow, words
Field Chronicle – Social Observation in Lisbon Introduction: Written from inside a youth hostel in Lisbon, this field note observes the passing world through a small shared space. Faces, voices, gestures — fragments of humanity, sometimes bright, sometimes indifferent. A simple daily scene, yet a mirror of our time: connected, tired, and
The airport had become a strange kind of home. A home with no door, no key, no bed. Only cold floors, lights that never go dark, and the constant flow of lives passing through. I stayed. I wasn’t lost. I was in between. Between a before that had collapsed,
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