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yuuum

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I don’t know why when the sky looks like this it makes me think of yogurt

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pan am!

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death, by Mucha.

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franz kafka in all his four-legged glory

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from the third week of January.

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slovanská epopej

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neighbour’s cat on my balcony

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the ruins of Rome

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The Echo Citadel drifted in perfect silence, its structure absorbing the dying memories of a planet long forgotten. From this sacred perch, Vel Oryn, last of his kind, listened to the whispers of history encoded in light. He clutched a memory crystal in his gloved hand—one that pulsed with unfamiliar warmth, as if it remembered him.ALT
The forbidden orb trembled in midair, bleeding fragments of an Earth that should no longer exist. Within it, a boy stared out in terror—Vel’s own face, from a time he didn’t remember and a place he’d never recorded. He stepped closer, breath catching, as his carefully preserved objectivity collapsed beneath the weight of an impossible memory.ALT
The forbidden orb trembled in midair, bleeding fragments of an Earth that should no longer exist. Within it, a boy stared out in terror—Vel’s own face, from a time he didn’t remember and a place he’d never recorded. He stepped closer, breath catching, as his carefully preserved objectivity collapsed beneath the weight of an impossible memory.ALT
The forbidden orb trembled in midair, bleeding fragments of an Earth that should no longer exist. Within it, a boy stared out in terror—Vel’s own face, from a time he didn’t remember and a place he’d never recorded. He stepped closer, breath catching, as his carefully preserved objectivity collapsed beneath the weight of an impossible memory.ALT
Timefall was a place where memory bled into matter, where the ruins of civilizations rewound themselves into bone and metal. As Vel and Ashen navigated its ghost-sick corridors, they saw their pasts and futures woven into looping strands of collapsing architecture. Every step forward seemed to echo backward, a mirrored heartbeat against the walls of time itself.ALT
The Vault pulsed with unnatural gravity, folding spacetime into a dark cathedral of artificial genesis. Vel drifted closer to the suspended form—half-human, half-designed—its embryonic body etched with code he almost recognized. Was this the prototype from which he was born, or the final iteration of a life long since looped?ALT
The Final Archive did not whisper—it sang, each note composed from the souls and stories of a thousand lifetimes. Vel stood still as the figures of those he had forgotten—his mother, his teachers, the faceless soldiers of memory wars—rose from the data stream and embraced him in light. In this moment, he ceased to be an archivist and became the archive itself, a living symphony of what once was.ALT
The Final Archive did not whisper—it sang, each note composed from the souls and stories of a thousand lifetimes. Vel stood still as the figures of those he had forgotten—his mother, his teachers, the faceless soldiers of memory wars—rose from the data stream and embraced him in light. In this moment, he ceased to be an archivist and became the archive itself, a living symphony of what once was.ALT

This visual album chronicles Vel Oryn’s metaphysical journey through time, memory, and identity. From his isolated vigil in orbit to the harmonic embrace of the final Archive, each image captures a pivotal moment in his unraveling understanding of who he is and what it means to be remembered. A cosmic elegy for those lost in time—and those who remain to tell the tale.

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para sa batang ako, sunduin mo na ako dito… chariz!

since nung nagkita kami ng HS BFFs ko, naglabasan yung mga tinatago naming old pics as in kasumpa sumpa tapos laugh trip. habang naghahalungkat, napasadahan ko rin yung mga college photos ko. hindi ko na ishishare yung iba kasi majority dun hindi ko na friends hahahaha 😭

anyway, yung initial draft nitong post na to, all over the place yung utak ko. yung parang sinusulatan ko yung younger version ko pero sabog kasi emotions ko at the time. i still get triggered pero unlike before na nagddwell ako nang matagal, mas mabilis na ako nakakarecover.

tapos kaninang umaga, nakita ko yung shared post ni faye about being a homebody. and it helped me to compartmentalize.

nung college ako up to early years from graduation, akala ko hanggang pagtanda ko, magiging adventurous ako. akala ko pagkalipat sa bagong bahay, i’d be very busy preparing itineraries and booking flights. don’t get me wrong, i still love going out, i still dream of conquering mountains i never set foot on, i still yearn to visit PH provinces and overseas. pero ngayon, i am savoring the feeling of safety and warmth inside our home.

i realized, oo nga… this is also the first time i feel genuinely safe. i don’t just simply eat and sleep here. i’ve discovered a handful of things about me. i breakdown a lot, and learned that it’s totally normal. i don’t force myself to show up if i don’t feel like myself.

we make the rules & traditions. we don’t need to suppress and impress. i don’t blame my parents & relatives anymore for not making a completely safe environment for us, children, because i also witnessed them struggle to fit our molds, to desperately understand where we’re coming from. i am just glad that my entire family are also a group of cycle breakers. kahit na mas mahirap sa kanila mag adjust i think? than us, younger generation. i still get triggered a lot though, but more inclined on how to continue honing myself as someone better in welcoming, embracing and nurturing the new children in our fam.

before graduating, i thought straightforward yung adulting: maghanap ng work, earn a promotion, gather cash to buy my dreams, put up a business. however, ang dami pa palang ganap in between.

despite all these… mas gusto ko pa rin dito. i guess nagbago na isip ko. i won’t go back in time even if given a chance. what i am now is a collection of who i was. i learned so much… and i am more mindful and intentional in sustaining the new hope i found.

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WEDDING ANNIVERSARY | Part 4

Broken Made Whole: Sustainable Coaster Making Workshop

For our 4th wedding anniversary, we wanted a celebration that was both unique and meaningful. This workshop became the highlight of our day, and it did not disappoint! ⭐

Fun fact: Lance has always loved the beach, while I’ve always been drawn to the mountains. Our shared love, however, lies in scenic views—those breathtaking panoramas of nature’s beauty and serenity that give the illusion of being closer to the skies. Initially, we thought of doing something adventure-related that spoke to our hearts, but the activities we had in mind were already fully booked.

That left us with two options: an educational tour or a DIY experience. Without hesitation, we chose the latter—and our winning pick was this sustainable coaster-making workshop.

The first part of the activity involved selecting scraps from a collection of broken pieces, which would later serve as the accents for our coasters. Next, we eagerly (yasss, energy levels boosted by our sumptuous meal! 🤭) mixed eco-friendly resin with a few drops of our chosen colors. After letting it sit for a while, we carefully assembled everything to complete the mold. Mixing, matching, and finally achieving the perfect design for our coasters was such a satisfying process.

We had no idea what to expect, but that’s the beauty of stepping into the unknown. To our surprise, we enjoyed the experience far more than we anticipated. The workshop’s highlight was learning about the project’s backstory from the owner of this local lifestyle brand, Chokmah SG. She shared how she transforms rejected and recalled products into sustainable works of art, giving new life to what would otherwise be discarded.

Creative projects like this don’t usually appeal to either of us at first glance, but we decided to dive in, wanting to take home more than just photos and videos from our special day. Blindly taking that leap turned out to be one of the best decisions we’ve made. We’re beyond delighted that we did. 🥰

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WEDDING ANNIVERSARY | Part 3

Raffles Coffee and Toast ☕🍞

We grabbed a breakfast prior our appointment. To ensure that we have ample time before our Coaster Making activity, we opted for a comfort meal instead of browsing through countless menus. Lucky us, we immediately found this restaurant within Funan’s Food Hall.

Supposed to stuff ourselves some quick bites, but just couldn’t say no to Raffle’s signature Sing Swee Kee chicken rice set 🤤 It comes with side dish, warm soup and choice of hot drink—we got our usual—Teh for me, Kopi for Lance 🥰 He also bought one order of traditional kaya toast 🤭

With this combination, after only a few snaps for safekeeping, silent chomping followed 😂 The chicken was juicy and tender, and everything about this meal was divine. I still can’t get over the mouthwatering aroma of this set, capped off with just the right flavor of teh and kopi.

Way to start our day of adventures—Yummy Yummy in Our Tummy ~