Tù.úk’z

It stands as if summoned, a witness no one meant to call.

The next official Tù.úk’z collection drops!

It’s cute, but if you look long enough, it starts to feel slightly unsettling

I could take you there

So I waited.

When everything looks this radiant, can we still tell which part of the garden is “real”, or does that distinction itself finally dissolve?

Somewhere in this quiet tableau, time has stumbled, and we are stranded in its hesitation

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

It tries to mean. But it cannot. Meaning has been exiled.

Love is lost.

A portrait of goddess Kali, the demon slayer.

the confession of another shoreline dreaming of conversation