Esencia Journal

From my carriage, dressed in mahogany and velvet, as the world blurred past the windows, I found a fake comfort in the acceleration.

An ode to the art of living.

Everything happens so fast that sometimes the feeling that an event—or a person—ever truly existed fades away.

Emptiness is not absence, but a subtle presence that supports and gives meaning to the visible.

And maybe, all along, it wasn’t love I was chasing.

In the space between mysticism and philosophy lies the truth of creation: that ideas are not born from us, but through us. This essay is an ode to that mystery—to the invisible that chooses us, moves through us, and leaves a trace of the eternal.

A meditation on the balance between freedom's lightness and meaning's weight—and the reconciliation that lets the soul and body expand as one.

Beauty is often described in visual terms, but the essence of a place is felt before it is seen.

An introduction to the stories that await in Esencia Journal.

A living atlas of perception, a map of stories that invites you to pause, to look closer, to feel beyond the surface.