Born under the sun of Sénégal, Paris is where my ghosts learned to speak. Night owl with a camera in my hand, and my heart on my sleeve; I document my chaotic, beautiful life through my lens and raw, no-bullshit blog posts. I thrive on solitude, yet somehow attract madness. People come and go like weather, and I never bother checking the forecast.
Smiling for The Algorithm
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This blog is a front-row ticket to my life; a mash-up of everything I love, everything I question, and all the things I’m still trying to make sense of. Call it therapy maybe, or just the ramblings of a guy who’s been around, done a few things, got himself in trouble way too often because of his reckless behavior, his sarcasm and his dark humor… and yet still doing the same shit.
About Me
Alright… You’re here, so let’s get into it. No filters, no fluff.
This blog is a front-row ticket to my life; a mash-up of everything I love, everything I question, and all the things I’m still trying to make sense of. Call it therapy maybe, or just the ramblings of a guy who’s been around, done a few things, got himself in trouble way too often because of his reckless behavior, his sarcasm and his dark humor… and yet still doing the same shit.