How Old Magic Rekindles New Inspiration There are people who live one life in one place with one story. I am not one of those people. I have lived many lives—sometimes all in the same afternoon—and if there’s a thread running through them, it’s that I seem to leave a trail of art in my…
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The Muse Manifesto
by Irena Phaedra, Professional Muse (and Occasional Witch) & vice versa Preamble: On the Perils and Pleasures of Being a Muse Let it be known: I did not apply for this position. There was no interview, no onboarding, no health insurance. One day, I was simply living—reading, laughing, perhaps stirring my coffee with a bit…
“Grifters, Griffins & Phoenix”
second part “And as the world scrolls and swipes through curated perfection, I wonder if there’s still a place for stories that carry the scent of ashes and the laughter of rebirth. Maybe that’s the real adventure now; showing up, unfiltered, in a world of filters.“ So my story doesn’t end there. It simply moults,…
“Honour Among Thieves & The False Morality of Legitimised Crime”
As a teenager, I was swept into a world that most people only glimpse in the margins of late-night news or the footnotes of family gossip. My grandmother’s new husband had a son—let’s call him the youngest black sheep—who seemed to have been born with a surplus of vision and a deficit of supervision at…
Column Addendum: Of Ants, Flies, and the Futility of Human Grandeur(A Sardonic Interlude)
“Profound Pests and Philosophical Pretensions.” Picture this: I, the enlightened anthropologist-entrepreneur, engaged in a War and Peace reenactment with six-legged adversaries. After days of diplomatic negotiations (read: bribing ants with sugar trails leading away from my desk after acknowledging the chocolate cake wasn’t very tasty), I resorted to chemical warfare. The fat fly? I attempted…
“Power, Progress & Paradox”
The Assignment That Sparked a Vision It was 1977, and Dutch elections were in full motion. For a school assignment, we were tasked with creating our own political parties. Predictably, most of my classmates drafted manifestos that revolved around abolishing school altogether—a dream of endless play and no homework. Except for Reinier, whose father owned…
“Shinoden, Souls & Crows”
The Alchemy of Offering: Souls, Archetypes, and Ants There’s a peculiar wisdom in watching ants ignore chocolate cake. Yesterday, I found myself doing just that—placing sweet crumbs beside a plant where the industrious little creatures had made their home. It was a small offering, a peace treaty of sorts, to redirect their paths away from…
“Lupin, Kryptonite & Knives”
The Lupin Effect: Finding Balance in an Age of Neurological Overload In an era where images of conflict in Gaza arrive unfiltered on our screens with an immediacy unknown to previous generations, we face a peculiar neurological dilemma. Our primitive brains are overfed while our limbic systems, responsible for complex emotional processing, are increasingly silenced….
Tariffs, Thiazi & Benzaiten
People didn’t lose the ability to link perception and reality. They never had it. From gods hurling thunderbolts to the Dancing Plague to algorithmic feeds, humanity has always been gullible, swapping observation for collective delusion. What’s changed isn’t human nature—it’s the speed and penetration of the myths we’re sold.
“Calculated Chaos: The Curious Case of Connection”
From Nerds to Icons People are strange, prosaic, and chaotic, one might add. They are an ordered chaos of biological systems mixed with spirituality and hoovered over by traumas or vice versa. Yesterday, I mentioned the nerds, and although I have never been into the tech side, I have been a full-blown nerd since memory…
The C.O.M.C. Files 