Drifting Community

Story

In a pitch-black void where nothing exists, a being appears and walks forward. His eyes burn a deep red. Black hair falls neatly around his face, and he is dressed in a sharp red suit with a black tie. The air around him shimmers and scorches with heat, as if his very presence ignites the... read more

To live is to risk it all. Otherwise, you're just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you." — Rick Sanchez

If nature was a poem

Dawn spills gold on fields of green, Softest light you've ever seen. Morning winds begin to play, Brushing sleepy clouds away. Rivers hum a silver rhyme, Flowing slow through space and time. Pebbles sing beneath their feet, Nature’s quiet heartbeat. Mountains rise in silent grace, Guardians of time... read more

I just finalised my profile.

And I’m really fxcking content with it! Another ‘productive’ accomplishment! I know, it’s a lot, and it might scare a number of people away. But that’s a good thing, right? They’re ‘not my people’! And who’s here for ‘not their people’? Are you? Neither am I! I do have one person who is ‘my... read more

to know what I, on my own.

I would like to find out what it is like to sensorially perceive my physical self. Mind is mostly lulled. The core I see is derivative. Derivatives. So small, it's mostly off the radar but if I'm not blinded, only if I were to compare the maxima to the minima while not realising how I planted... read more

The beach

People ask why I love going to the beach and diving so much. Maybe it’s because that’s where I find peace, where it feels like the ocean and I are in perfect harmony. Beneath the surface, in the quiet, surrounded by corals and drifting fish, nothing else matters. Down there, it feels like I already... read more