Do you believe in magic?

  Hello hello the world traveller is back, counting the scarce warm sunny days of the unusual summer coming to an end. Ok, honestly the real title of this post should be: Do I believe in magic? Sounds paradoxical, ha? I operate magic on a daily basis… But just like with all things colored “human experiences”, with

Sunset

Hell yeah To those times When I roam free Floating magically Where the water meets the fire Reflecting its shimmering light Sparkling with gold on my copper skin, Washing off the distant screams Of soulless creatures who once called me home. Dissolving their dark shadows who once fed in my temple, Closing the doors in

Modern manhood: or how the King became the Happy Fool

Once upon a time there was a tree that bore a strange fruit. The fruit that almost looked like the tree but not exactly. It wrapped itself around the tree and slowly started sliding down. As it descended lower and lower, the more ripe it became. Until one day it freed itself from the tree