Oaxaca is famous for its flavors. I’ve been diving into…
Oaxaca is famous for its flavors. I’ve been diving into its drinks - tonic, coffee, dry orange peels, fermented beetroot. Cold, strange, absurdly good.
2025
November 2025
The sun was a hard yellow ball in the Mexican…
The sun was a hard yellow ball in the Mexican sky, the air thick with the smell of grilled meat and dust. I didn’t meant to start trouble - just a few sharp words, a misunderstanding that grew teeth. Voices rose, hands pointed, someone called the police. By the time the siren wail through the heat, I lost interest. I slipped through the crowd, calm, invisible, the noise fading behind me. For me, time had no meaning, only the next corner, the next agua fresca, the next adventure.
When you smoke daily your new normal changes Without it…
When you smoke daily your new normal changes
Without it everything feels a bit low
dimmed
The balance hangs lower than before
and you start to forget how light once felt
without a spark to lift it
It hit hard last night. Late evening, after dinner. The…
It hit hard last night.
Late evening, after dinner.
The pain went through the roof the kind that blows your mind.
A neurological storm, invisible, harsh, fkn merciless. From the outside I looked calm making my jokes, smiling.
Inside there was rough chaos a soup of fear, frustration, anger, desperation - all crashing in waves of pure suffering.
When we got home I went to the shower.
The pressure was good, the water warm. I gripped the handles let the warmth cover me, and it was okay.
Then I whispered, fuck it!...
The last time I fell was a while ago on…
The last time I fell was a while ago on a crowded beach. Before the Trekinetic
I tried to walk a few steps on the sand without help. It was not courage. It was pride disguised as independence.
When you live with multiple sclerosis, falling is not a metaphor. It is a threat.
But it also exposes something most people never face: public fragility
The moment when your weakness is not private anymore. When your body tells the truth your ego tries to hide.
It is brutal. It is so humbling. And it forces a kind of honesty I had no idea I’ll ever need.
The road itself become big part of this Mexican story…
The road itself become big part of this Mexican story for us,
We are driving through the Mexican mountains - where the highway slices straight through stone and the cliffs occasionally remind you who is in charge. You slow down. The car shakes. The Trekinetic in the back jumps like it is alive. A tiny rock rolls down on the road, then another. For a second you feel both fear and fascination.
It is strange how quickly control becomes illusion - how one moment you are cruising and the next, you are humbled by gravity, by nature, by luck.
Leaving, I realised: Good intentions are easy. Feeling your impact…
Leaving, I realised:
Good intentions are easy.
Feeling your impact is harder.
I didn’t always get that right.
Leaving, I realised: Good intentions are easy. Feeling your impact…
Leaving, I realised:
Good intentions are easy.
Feeling your impact is harder.
I didn’t always get that right.
Leaving, I realised: Good intentions are easy. Feeling your impact…
Leaving, I realised:
Good intentions are easy.
Feeling your impact is harder.
I didn’t always get that right.
You stop thinking in weeks or months. You think in…
You stop thinking in weeks or months.
You think in moments
between one wave of pain and the next.
People talk about pain
like its a challenge,
a lesson,
a thing you grow from....
