BSV.

I like to believe that summer is good to me. I like to believe that my hometown's sea and beach will always be the way it is: clean, untouched by greedy millionaires, simple, for the people. I like to believe that the small local restaurant will always cook my beloved cod fish the way I like it, with some white wine.

I like to believe and enjoy this kind of freedom for a while, before my restless feet and the necessity for money take me back to some annoying, draining corporate job.

I like to unwind and live in the moment, without having to worry about people, relationships, money, the future.

Imagine shutting your brain off for a while.

Summer Solstice 2026.

Currently writing this while dealing with a bad headache. 3:45 AM.

Pretending I have my life together (I don't).

WARHOL.

Friday, May 8th 2026.

Dear diary,

Fruits and books.

The whimsy of these days.

Then Covid hit.

I thought I was never gonna travel again. I feared I was never gonna attend a concert the way I used to.

Then the gates reopened.

I promised myself I was never gonna let fear prevent me from having fun and being myself again.

Local concerts came. A lot of rock. A lot of shots, from Nikon to Sony. A lot of headbanging. A lot of alcohol. A lot of adrenaline.

But still, there was something missing.

The enthusiasm. The excitement. The magic. It had vanished.

That's how I knew I needed a change.

So I took another plane to Italy. Another bus. Another train.

The excitement came back. The enthusiasm was running all over my veins again.

Ndonjëherë nuk di ç'të shkruash, thjesht e ndjen.

Kisha kohë që nuk ndihesha kështu.

Kisha kohë që nuk ndjeja kurrfarë emocioni. Entuziazmi. Këmbët që dridhen prej emocioneve. Sytë që shkëlqejnë nga prezenca dhe mirësia e njerëzve përreth.

Është sikur të thuash që zemra ime kishte rënë në gjumë letargjik. Kisha harruar çfarë do të thotë të ndjesh lumturi, intensivisht. Shumë vite e mpirë emocionalisht.

Ndoshta ajo që na duhet vërtetë është një shtysë. Një person, një event, një arsye për të dalë nga vorbulla ku kemi ngecur. Diçka specifike që t'i shuajë dyshimet te vetja. Diçka që të na e risjellë shpirtin në vend.

Pieces of my most recent trip.

March 7th, 2026.

And for how long? Are these clear skies a reflection of my brain? Is the sun shining inside my soul too? Do I feel the warmth unfreezing all the good thoughts, all the joy that I thought was gone?

Is this a sign that it does get better?

Maybe it is. Maybe it's not just seasonal depression. Maybe sometimes we let ourselves go and we dive into darkness, when we should fight harder and wait for the sun to shine again and clear our minds out.

So easy to say, huh?

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I always wonder if it's gonna be like this forever. Or is it just what February feels like. I don't know. The way this world is going, I don't think it's just this month.

It's been dark for so long. Pitch black. And I'm a person who likes black as a color. It goes with everything. But I don't like how black feels. I don't like full darkness, even at night I need at least one small drop of light, to remind me that there's life outside.

February 8th, 2026.

A Sunday with cats. It feels like these adorable feline beings with a lot of fur shedding seem to fix our mood almost instantly.

I just wouldn't be able to take care and raise one on my own.

Anyways, enjoy these two sleepy cuties.

February 4th, 2026.

If you catch me listening to Kendrick Lamar, I'm either pumped up or angry. So don't ask me.

MUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD.

Hey, what even is inner peace? How does one achieve it?

So many articles online. Pinterest mood boards. New terms everywhere. Making our heads dizzy.

And yet, nothing concrete.

So tell me; what does it really mean to achieve inner peace? When social media and TV are filled with bad news, when all we're surrounded by is bad energy.