I’ll never forget the day I stumbled upon Jorge Luis Borges’ short story “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.” It was as if I had stepped into a labyrinth and couldn’t find my way out. The more I read, the more questions swirled in my head like leaves in a storm drain. What is reality? Is it …
The parking lot. A place where the competent and the incompetent converge, united by a shared sense of confusion. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve found myself in this predicament, wandering aimlessly through rows of identical vehicles, trying to recall where I left my own. As I pull into the lot, I’m immediately …
Among the seventy-two spirits cataloged within the Ars Goetia, the name Amon carries a peculiar weight—one that feels less theatrical than kings like Paimon and less chaotic than war-bringers like Leraje, yet somehow more unsettling in its precision. Amon is not a demon of spectacle. He is a demon of understanding. Of seeing things as …
