Today I mark a point in spacetime.
14 February 2026 — Rebirth in Bamberg.
Not the erasure of what came before, but the moment when the lines of my life — names, people, memories, detours, and love — converged briefly at a single focal point before continuing outward again into the beautiful unknown.
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February 14, 2026 – One girl named Lux was born to Fatima (aka HOB)
Password protection lifted.
HOF — Finally, a new day.
After months of daily inner work, something settled. Not numbness. Not forgetting. Just a calm I hadn’t known before — a neutral plateau where feeling no longer meant falling. For the first time, I could think of you, love you, miss you, without being wounded by distance or silence.
Continue reading “Notes from a Forged Damascene Heart”
Grainbach — At the time, bipolar was the diagnosis — but it later became clear it didn’t fully explain what was happening.
What happened to me was something else.
In August, from my internal experience, I wasn’t “cycling.” I wasn’t unraveling. I wasn’t losing myself.
I was over-leveraged.
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HOF — It’s been thirty-four days since I stopped taking medication.
The first three weeks of October were an abyss—days of heavy silence, a depression so deep it seemed to absorb light. Then, around October 21, something shifted. I began to swing between two poles: one day happy and open to everything around me—people, nature, even strangers on the street—and the next, emptied out again.
Continue reading “My Theory of Everything”
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HOF — This morning, I woke up with a heavy heart, so I took a walk in nature. There’s an airfield not far from where I live — sometimes U.S. Chinooks come in fleets to refuel there — and between it and my block runs a dirt road. It’s not my favorite place to walk, but in summer I used to go there to watch the planes.
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Roumani Line 