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Chasing the festive moods lately, and the city tries its best to help ✨
October came and went in a blink of an eye, and all I have is the indefinite strolls and train rides to remember it for.
So you've ended up in this damned thing of a blog! Let's get aquainted ✨
I'm Maze, a shapeshifting entity who's learned to adapt to universe's satirical play. I have seen, done and liked too many things in life, worn too many faces, and still haven't figured out my place in all of this.
I deal in media and creative direction in my daily life; I also spend a large part of my days translating and editing chunks of random texts. I am in a love-hate relationship with the Oxford comma and might also be going blind.
My world is art, culture, and any stories I can get my hands on, fictional or not. I've always gravitated towards macabre, beautiful dark things, and this blog is a reflection of that, mixed with my love for cinema, and a slightly alarming hyperfixation on the band Ghost.
Sometimes I write, sometimes I document the moments of my life in the pretty city of Munich, which is, for most part, just photographic evidence of my progressing caffeine addiction, and most times I’m out chasing ancient stories in local cemeteries, historic churches, and Bavarian palaces.
Personal image posts are tagged #mazeofspades, and text posts can be found under #maze things.
To all of my dear mutuals and any blog newcomers, thanks for being a part of my brain rot - I wouldn't have it any other way.
I’m always happy to chat, so feel free to say hi!
See you around .x
Fully convinced the cramped antique book shop operated by an 80-something lady, who spends her day organizing vintage prints and cards, is either a portal to another dimension or a front of a top-secret organization ~