Hello there,
       welcome to mirrorfeast 🤍

This is my uncanny little salon of essays, fragments, and quiet enchantments.
Think of this place as part cabinet of curiosities, part candlelit dining room. The air smells faintly of paper and Darjeeling first flush tea. There may be ghosts. Gentle ones. We set a place for them at the table too.

Sit, if you’d like, on this velvet-padded dining chair. Let me pour you a cup of tea.

Feast with me.