Motionless

It’s my first time. Half of my motionless body rests inside the white, clinical, cylindrical machine, in my head resembling an intergalactic coffin. I feel an itch, but I have to resist moving. I want to cough, to sneeze, to yawn, ugh, of course, at the most inopportune moments, and I have to keep itContinue reading “Motionless”

Postmodern

Writing will always feel like a strange paradoxical venture to me because you’re supposed to curate your thoughts and words to establish an image, a style, an angle, a niche, fit into a genre, or take into account an audience, but not so much that you compromise with yourself, just enough. Doesn’t that make writing inherently inauthentic,Continue reading “Postmodern”

A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl, I can feel your presence in the first whispers of spring; I can hear your breath in the windy corners of life- it’s my favourite lullaby, it makes me cold sometimes- you could be cold sometimes, in a scintillating way that I never wished to oppose or even dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”

Life observations and tips on how to pass through life with awareness

– Empowered people contribute to the empowerment of those around them. – Avoid judging things at surface level. You need to dig a few layers deeper without closing your eyes when you find treasure rooms or catacombs. On the surface, you might be trapped in a Fata Morgana. – It’s true that high expectations oftenContinue reading “Life observations and tips on how to pass through life with awareness”

A poem: Evocation

There was nothing left except her orange blossom scent in the air, her skin cells on the conspiring blanket, the energy he was feeding off and her seraphic aspirations, elegantly penned in a forlorn diary before her concept of the world expanded into postmodern depths and her self-concept became a liberating fluidity of thoughts and impulses.Continue reading “A poem: Evocation”

A poem: Wayward girl

You step out of the darkness into the light, then into the darkness again carrying sapphire light within you- your inner compass, your greatest strength Carefree, out of the corner of your eye you see shadows shy away from your disarming nature; you are an unlikely saviour awakened in serendipity- you give them freedom to eitherContinue reading “A poem: Wayward girl”

A poem: The Rite

Her face aglow, she performs her rite gracefully, like the snow in the silver lunar light; deathly hair, startling eyes, soul-enhancing white night purity, necromancing- nude porcelain skin, beauty within whispers of sin; knowledge sought after flirting with disaster secrets held in astral shells uttered in diffuse spells the occult- her only master.

Costume design symbolism in Crimson Peak (2015): Lucille’s breathtaking blue velvet dress

Crimson Peak (2015), directed by Guillermo del Toro, is a visually stunning, gloomy cinematic horror spectacle, noted for its incredible and haunting aesthetic. A particularly remarkable and alluring feature of the intricate production design is Lucille’s breathtaking blue velvet dress. The bewitching symbolically-charged Victorian design of the dress includes a black garland resembling a vine withContinue reading “Costume design symbolism in Crimson Peak (2015): Lucille’s breathtaking blue velvet dress”

A poem: Face to face

Face to face: eyes locked, staring into each other; seeing your reflection in the dark lake of her iris. Hand on hand, praying together- not like those bible verses preach- no, praying to the abyss, hoping it won’t swallow you whole; understanding at first the irony and then the futility of your act. The abyssContinue reading “A poem: Face to face”

A poem: Unfiltered

Clinical, surreal emptiness. Chocolate-scented wood. Smell of new and non-alcoholic intoxication. Life as art for art’s sake. Neon light flickers as you blink infected by dizziness. No longer tone-deaf to the harmonies of your own soul, you don’t shrink for someone else to grow. An invisible corpse in the plastic bag winks at you fromContinue reading “A poem: Unfiltered”