Images, words and questions from the borderlands between what we know, what we feel, and what we would rather leave unseen.
Not everything needs to be resolved. Some things need to be seen from both sides.
Visual reconstructions of altered states, memories and inner images. The images are not the experience; they are attempts to get close enough to recognize something that could never have been photographed.
These images are not attempts to invent strange worlds.
They are attempts to return to places I have already seen.
Generative tools allow me to reconstruct fragments of altered states, memories and inner images that could never have been photographed.
The stories themselves are not here yet; they are still taking shape. Some images remain fragments. Others open into larger questions — about perception, sensitivity, relationships, labels, algorithms, certainty and the stories we use to make people simpler than they are.
The question began in the absurdity of an ordinary street scene: could evolution, creation or any other explanation really account for this? Each answer opened another layer—matter into information, the self into a thought that thinks itself, reality into a simulation without a simulant. What remained was the unsettling possibility that there may be no final ground, not even the one doing the questioning.
When touching the leash, my hand, the material and then its atoms opened into planets and universes, each dividing again without end; ordinary time disappeared inside the sequence. The vision moved from my body through the leash into the universe and back to the question of where I ended. If everything belongs to one whole, what could freedom, dependence or a boundary still mean?
Less than a second of seeing five children through a window returned as shame, then expanded: every apartment became a person sitting among countless inner worlds. The house opposite glowed warmly when I looked at it, but the photograph did not contain the same light. The question was no longer what lay behind the windows, but whether two people ever inhabit the same visible world.
Under the cherry tree, a cage appeared in my belly, then a beam of light into the universe and an immense door with a child standing before it. The door opened only a crack. What came through was radiant light, scenes of pressure and aggression lodged in the body—and the quiet sentence that I was already whole without opening it any further.
Spiritual, emotional and intellectual bypassing—and the uncomfortable test of whether insight has changed contact, behaviour or repair.
Ecstasy to death fear on one axis; recursion and infinity on the other. Why one number could never describe the experience.
Animals, evolution, early warning and false alarms: why sensitivity may be a costly strategy rather than a diagnosis or superpower.
Feeling another person strongly can coexist with being wrong about what their signals mean.
A bodily signal can matter before the first story attached to it is correct.
Diagnosis can clarify and help. It can also become larger than the person it was meant to describe.
Why symptom recognition is not diagnosis—and what high-engagement mental-health content leaves out.
Why emotional and morally certain content can gain structural advantages in engagement-ranked feeds.
Why altered-state insight can feel self-validating without becoming automatic metaphysical proof.
Poems, fragments, observations. Not a publishing schedule. Only what still seems worth saying after the first explanation has failed.
Some experiences become less true when they are forced into a lesson. Words can do something else: stay close to what happened without pretending to finish it.
Thomas comes from the Aramaic word for twin. Albin carries an old association with whiteness or brightness.
A name for living with more than one truth at a time.
The twin reflects and relates. Light makes visible. Neither side needs to disappear for the other to be seen.
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