Welcome Mycelials,
Consider this an ongoing series sent directly from home base – a quiet sanctuary of mossy green walls, low ambient lighting, and the scent of burning incense. Surrounded by pinned bugs and framed bones, this is the space where I hide away to slow down, create and simply exist. If this site is a living grimoire, each entry in this series is a raw, unpolished page recording of my random observations and night time reflections. Pull up a chair, leave the rush of the world at the door, and exist with me.
Entry I: On Growth, Death and Dragonfly Pins
