Fine dining, they say. Maybe it’s the aged wine on the table or the man about to devour it all with the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask, just takes.

Ever wondered what Hozier’s giggle at a funeral looks like, the kind that makes you drop to your knees and makes you pray for something unholy? I won’t say sorry for the craving. This is your one beautiful sin.

Now, I stand on the edge, dangerously fine and thriving. I’ve danced with the fire, and now it bows before me. I don’t need chaos to win, I just need to show up, looking like the kind of peace you can’t survive.

I move through the duality Nietzsche spoke of, the mask. A tension between what is shown and what stays mine. A quiet kind of strength. A soft kind of behavior. Call it gentleman. Call it retriever-coded. Either way, it’s mine.

Janko Nilovic’s been laying down timeless tracks for decades. So do the listeners, apparently. Your algorithm served up some serious energy on both fronts.

Statistically speaking, data-wise, intelligence is the most attractive trait one can possess. Throw in charisma is hotter. Pair it with Brooks Brothers, and that’s a whole different league.

You said, ’let’s get messy,’ and I didn’t know it’d be this easy to get lost in it. Now I’m sitting here, pretending I’m not completely obsessed with how you make ‘messy’ sound like the most addictive kind of feeling. Looks like you’ve got me hooked on it already, R.

Take an axe to destroy the defense between work and, well, drinking, because rebellion is the latest noble art we get to choose. I’ll just send the report with one hand, pour a drink with the other, and do both under a burning sun of the land of order.

The weekend’s coming, the thought of spending it with the one who makes my world brighter fills the spaces between moments, as if time itself slows, allowing every second to stretch into something more. No plan, just the simple, yet extraordinary.

If only I am a documentarian, capturing moments like those in My Octopus Teacher and Samsara. Then, I wake up, unsure of the day because I have left everything behind. Kneeling down, kissing the Earth, humbled by the kindness of God.

I tried to play it cool. Just one drink, nothing serious. But the way it lingers keeps pulling me back to a certain thought, or maybe someone. Anyway, just pour me another.

Lowkey undercover.

Happy weekend. 👋🏻

I was walking along a path when, quite suddenly, I found myself in a garden. It was beautiful and alive with red roses in full bloom. Among them was one rose that glimmered more brightly than the rest, drawing my gaze so completely that I couldn’t look away.