Midnight Chronicles

There’s something raw and brutally honest about the passage of time. Some folks like to romanticize it with some wisdom shit, others dread it, clutching at Botox syringes and kale smoothies like they’re talismans against the inevitable. I guess I’m somewhere in between, leaning closer to the existential panic side of the spectrum. .   .   . Every birthday feels less like a celebration and more like a reminder that the sand in my hourglass is sliding down faster than I care to admit. It’s not that I hate getting older. I just hate what it stands for: the years I can’t rewind, the moments I didn’t fully appreciate, and the creeping sense that the time left is limited. Aging is like a cruel teacher. You learn a lot, sure; wisdom, perspective, patience… but the price is steep. You pay in joints that creak when you wake up, gray hairs that sprout like weeds, and the cold realization that you’re no longer invincible. .   .   . But here’s the twist; that reminder of mortali...

Look around… The streets are filled with wannabe supermodels. Heads buried in their phones, polishing their Insta personas. Every corner is a photo op, every meal a post, every thought an opportunity for a status update. It’s like we’re all extras in some digital Truman Show, where the real world is just a backdrop to the main event… Themselves. .   .   . I’ll give it to them though, this generation has nailed the art of branding their “content” so on point, it makes old-school advertising executives look like Neanderthals playing with charcoal. You’ve got these kids airbrushing their own personalities until they’re smoother than a tequila shot in Tulum. Every “like,” every little heart or comment is another hit of dopamine; one more validation that yes, you’re fabulous. Well you know what ? You’re not just fabulous… You’re iconic! .   .   . Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to torch the whole idea of wanting to look good. Go ahead, put on some decent threads and work...

Intro 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. I am the kind of guy who avoids conventions the way most people avoid public restrooms. My life is messy, unpredictable, and a little bit hilarious… Just like me. .   .   . Who Am I? Senegal-born, Paris-based, World-citizen and unapologetically single; I get my kicks from traveling, observing, and occasionally indulging in questionable decisions, like writing this blog. If you came here expecting a motivational life coach, backpedal now. I’m here for the real stuff… the raw, unedited scenes from life as I see it.To me, rela...