There’s something about Italy that makes people want to believe in magic again. On witch-hunts, wish-granting, and what happens when modern women chase ancient magic
There is a walnut tree that grows over a gorge in the mountains between Salerno and Benevento. I know this because I danced around it with four other women on a Thursday afternoon, and the universe answered back.
The weather in Biella was miserable—not just cold, but the kind of cold that settles into your bones and whispers that winter has come to stay.
Milan, in this post’s focus, is a beautiful, snowy city, and its secrets are revealed here.
We created this winter song inspired by photos of Milan and Moscow, me and Perplexity
City veins in silver cold.
Windows glow, a whispered spell,
Evening's beauty, pure and fell.
Breathe the frost, embrace the night—
Winter's kiss, pure delight!
Continue with me on our discovery Milan walk here:
https://exegi.substack.com/p/snowlit-city-chant
It seemed the entire world lay ahead of him—a vast, impossible Universe rising from the earth at his feet and stretching into infinity. These clouds, so voluminous, like immense feather pillows, these billowing masses of fog.
Around him and behind, there was nothing. No one. He stood alone before the infinite. Leaving everything THERE.
There, far away, where no road led back, remained earthly life—so simple, so flawed, so comprehensible and familiar.
He caught himself not fully grasping the finality of this step.
Continue reading https://exegi.substack.com/p/to-pass-through-the-fog
