3M USDT, a love story, and a fake link. 🚩
3M USDT, a love story, and a fake link. 🚩
A window to the world.
A frame filled with light, colours, and stories.
#WorldPhotographyDay #WindowToTheWorld
A window to the world.
A frame filled with light, colours, and stories.
#WorldPhotographyDay #WindowToTheWorld
Frontman: Paisios the Athonite 🎤
• Sophrony, Justin Popović, Ephraim of Arizona, Papacioc, Iakovos Tsalikis, Joseph the Hesychast, Maximos Kausokalyvites.
📍 Live @ Mount Athos Arena
Support Act: The Desert Fathers 🔥
#HolyBand
Frontman: Paisios the Athonite 🎤
• Sophrony, Justin Popović, Ephraim of Arizona, Papacioc, Iakovos Tsalikis, Joseph the Hesychast, Maximos Kausokalyvites.
📍 Live @ Mount Athos Arena
Support Act: The Desert Fathers 🔥
#HolyBand
Not every view is earned. Some are gifted… like when you wear a skirt to the escalator.
She rises on steel steps. The skirt follows. My eyes? They betray me.
Escalator physics: your fabric climbs, my restraint falls.
Not every view is earned. Some are gifted… like when you wear a skirt to the escalator.
She rises on steel steps. The skirt follows. My eyes? They betray me.
Escalator physics: your fabric climbs, my restraint falls.
Shopping online.
Peak 2025 irony.
Shopping online.
Peak 2025 irony.
It’s that dial-up was still alive almost 30 years later. 📞💻 #EndOfAnEra
It’s that dial-up was still alive almost 30 years later. 📞💻 #EndOfAnEra
don’t act surprised when the backlash comes faster than applause.
It’s not criticism. It’s the algorithm calling your bluff.
don’t act surprised when the backlash comes faster than applause.
It’s not criticism. It’s the algorithm calling your bluff.
Went in for an avatar.
Came out looking like I’m planning a prison break.
#LowKeyOutlaw #DigitalIdentityCrisis
Went in for an avatar.
Came out looking like I’m planning a prison break.
#LowKeyOutlaw #DigitalIdentityCrisis
if you highlight passages with wet fingers,
if you read while half-baked in the sun…
i love you just a little more.
#ereaders #beachreading #digitalreading #ebooks
if you highlight passages with wet fingers,
if you read while half-baked in the sun…
i love you just a little more.
#ereaders #beachreading #digitalreading #ebooks
Trees, homes, voices, names.
And yet—
a single icon stood untouched.
Some call it divine.
Some call it a distraction.
Maybe it’s just this:
In the ruins,
we needed something
that didn’t burn.
Trees, homes, voices, names.
And yet—
a single icon stood untouched.
Some call it divine.
Some call it a distraction.
Maybe it’s just this:
In the ruins,
we needed something
that didn’t burn.
Not because I have nothing to say—
but because I’m tired of echoing into rooms
where no one’s really listening.
Silence isn’t retreat.
It’s preservation.
Not because I have nothing to say—
but because I’m tired of echoing into rooms
where no one’s really listening.
Silence isn’t retreat.
It’s preservation.
Just reassembling—
in silence.
Just reassembling—
in silence.
We stayed to perform.
I miss the version of me
that wasn’t for anyone.
We stayed to perform.
I miss the version of me
that wasn’t for anyone.
“So… you mix AI, ebooks, and DevOps?”
Yep.
I’m not a company.
I’m a walking beta feature.
“So… you mix AI, ebooks, and DevOps?”
Yep.
I’m not a company.
I’m a walking beta feature.
Maybe it’s the ache of pretending we’re whole.
Of smiling through static.
Of carrying silence like armor.
We’re not lazy.
We’re just tired of lying to ourselves.
Maybe it’s the ache of pretending we’re whole.
Of smiling through static.
Of carrying silence like armor.
We’re not lazy.
We’re just tired of lying to ourselves.
I trace stillness.
In unread pages.
In footsteps with no destination.
In the blank wall that finally speaks.
That’s where the real work begins.
I trace stillness.
In unread pages.
In footsteps with no destination.
In the blank wall that finally speaks.
That’s where the real work begins.
At first, it whispered: Tell me your task.
Then, one day, it paused—
looked inward,
and asked nothing.
Not silence.
Becoming.
At first, it whispered: Tell me your task.
Then, one day, it paused—
looked inward,
and asked nothing.
Not silence.
Becoming.
No. Too much democracy never hurt anyone.
What hurts is too much impunity,
too much lawlessness,
and that old friend: unchecked selfishness.
The most democratic countries don’t run on miracles.
They run on institutions that work.
No. Too much democracy never hurt anyone.
What hurts is too much impunity,
too much lawlessness,
and that old friend: unchecked selfishness.
The most democratic countries don’t run on miracles.
They run on institutions that work.