01/08/2026
There are days when daily rituals fail to restore enthusiasm and all that is left is the unbearable desire to escape. A deep ache to be lost entangled with longing to belong. A call from hopeful wonder that feels promising for routines devoid of meaning.
Often our response is to seek for new experiences, new places, or maybe new faces strikingly different from what we frequently witness. Once in a while it is also worth asking…what if this is an invitation to tend to our inner landscapes? A call to revisit stories told over and over again they became absolute, definite, final, constrictive…
When I feel this subtle energy knocking in my gut, I nourish myself with stories that allow me to unthread the linear lines. This is what the movie, Your Name by Makoto Shinkai, offered me. Its imageries, songs and novel gives me space to weave wonder into my imagined realities. It gently pushes boundaries, like a w**d thriving in the hard, cold, concrete walls, demanding you to ask what else can flourish beneath the cracks?
Before we arrive with answers, may we give space for emergence of the unusual…like how Mitsuha and Taki confronted rigid notions of synchronicities.
And if you ever find yourself in our space, I hope you let yourselves be drawn by images, stories, and sensory experiences that may seem far from the dictates of logic but oddly feels bright, compelling, beautiful…like how being alive should certainly feel.
