Midnight Chronicles

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...