Bulgaria Rila Lakes gallery

I do not write under my real name because, in my stories, I am not the one who matters—the world around us is. Think of me as a philatelist of experiences; instead of stamps, I collect moments that scratch beneath the surface of commercial glitz. We live in a magnificent era, yet I refuse to treat its beauty and experiences as a mere Instagram backdrop for self-promotion. I write the truth: what I felt, what I saw, and what I believe. I do this because it utterly consumes me, and I refuse to write for the sake of sponsors or social media algorithms.