SAM Frida
Unfiltered – ish
Rumor-Proofed
Some people don’t misunderstand you by accident; misunderstanding is their strategy, a fog machine they wheel in to keep the room tilted in their favor. They don’t argue with your point; they argue with your reputation, editing your sentences until even you hesitate...
Impermanence, Unmasked by Wind
We call it a hurricane, an act of nature, and then act surprised when nature does what nature does; the shock isn’t that the wind howls, it’s that our mirrors shatter roads split, roofs sail, terminals flood, and the scaffolding of certainty folds in minutes like...
Step Off The Belt
We mistake repetition for reality, copy‑paste streets, cloned stores, standardized classrooms, autoplay feeds, Friday paychecks, and holidays engineered to keep the cart rolling until routine feels like truth and choice feels...
Radical Care: The Courage to Let Go
Love and belonging aren’t just warm feelings; they’re needs as fundamental as oxygen, and needs cut both ways; they call us to honor presence and to end pretense. When love is absent, withholding the truth doesn’t create belonging; it manufactures dependency,...
Hearth Before Fire
Friendship can be the most romantic relationship because it is the only bond that insists on seeing the person as they are and loving them without scripts or securities; that combination of freedom, candor, and chosen loyalty makes it both liberating and exacting, the...
Edge of Normal
Normal is a truce we negotiate to feel safe. But the spider’s “business as usual” is the fly’s last minute, and both stories are true at the same time. The label we choose decides who gets empathy and who gets blamed, who gets budget and who gets ignored. In...
Inner Test: Who Leads Us?
People came here chasing the story of freedom, opportunity on demand, a democracy that listens, a future written by effort, not just because it was true, but because it was marketed that way by Hollywood and media mythmaking. Yet democracy is still human, and humans...
Home Isn’t Somewhere Else
What if the quiet ache you keep trying to outwork isn’t a problem to solve but a compass pointing you home? We arrive in this life wearing names, roles, deadlines, forgetting that we were once something vast and boundaryless. Then we spend years chasing success, love,...
Wake Up At The T-Junction
If “normal” is whatever the crowd agrees to today, then “normal” is a moving target that shrinks your mind to fit a box you didn’t build. From far away, the march looks orderly, everyone drifting in a direction that seems sensible enough. Zoom in, though, and it...