Must rewatch in French today.
This song in French is just😍✨ #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

It’s 8:45 in the morning and already 32 degrees at 64% humidity. I feel like I’m swimming👙

Galverse @galverse anime trailer on one of the biggest screens in Shibuya, Tokyo💫😍

My entry for the Lens x Fountain - Summer Creative Writing Contest by @benoit_tokyo and @fountain #writeonchain 💟

# Woven Into the Chain## The blockchain didn’t ask for perfect sentences. It just asked that we show up.I wasn’t supposed to be a writer.
I was supposed to be a seam, stitching stories into fabric, letting garments speak louder than words. I moved to Tokyo to go to fashion school. From there I spent years behind the curtain in musical theatre, dressing others, not scripting lines for myself.I still remember the first time I saw one of my creations lit up on stage.
It was surreal. A blur of sequins, spotlight, and choreography.
No one in the audience knew I had made it. But I did.
And somehow, that was enough. I was invisible, but woven in. Part of the story told through song and dance. That moment felt like authorship, even though I never touched a script.And yet, here I am. Writing onchain.
Not because I planned to, or because I’m especially good at it.
But because something in me needed to be recorded.
A thought. A flicker. A timestamp.
Something I could point to and say, “That was me. Then.”I didn’t grow up writing stories. I grew up drawing them. Draping them. Editing them into videos late at night when I was supposed to be asleep.In fashion school, I was the one who communicated through textures and silhouettes.
Later, working in Tokyo, I found fluency in visual chaos. Moodboards layered over subway soundscapes. Dreams stitched in cloth and code.So when I started to write, really write, it felt like I was entering through the wrong door.
Like maybe writing was for people who knew how to outline their thoughts neatly.
People who didn’t jump from metaphors to CAD files.
People who didn’t treat a tweet like a textile.I didn’t think I was allowed. I didn’t think I was qualified.The chain didn’t care that I wasn’t polished.
It didn’t care that English isn’t always the first language in my head.
It didn’t care about my typos, or my switching tenses, or the way I write more like I speak. Sideways, soft, interrupting myself with ellipses and emojis.The blockchain didn’t ask for perfection.
It asked for presence.
It asked: Were you here? What did it feel like?Writing onchain isn’t about mastering the craft.
It’s about catching the moment before it scrolls away.This new space, this weird, glitching, still-forming now, doesn’t want clean.
It wants honest.
It wants you to write like you live. Distracted. Nonlinear. Remixing images with voice notes. Memory with metadata.I used to collect thoughts like stickers.
Messy, mismatched, stuck in the corners of my notes app with no real plan.
Some were sketches. Some were sentences I didn’t understand yet.Most of them were written on the train home from Shinjuku, right after class, when my head was still full of color theory and pattern-making and something someone said in broken English or fast Japanese.
I didn’t think of it as writing. I just didn’t want to lose the feeling.Now I publish them. Half-finished. Still warm.
The blockchain makes them permanent before I even know what they mean.They told us writing was for the serious. The studied. The printed and bound.
But this space, this onchain now, is different.I don’t think I’m writing for the future. Not really.
I think I’m writing for the version of me who was scared to start.
The one who thought she needed permission.
The one sitting in the stairwell after class in Tokyo, scrolling through other people’s perfect posts, wondering if her ideas were too weird, too messy, or too "not enough."I write for her.And I write for anyone else who’s trying to build something beautiful out of fragments.
For the ones who feel like they’re arriving late.
For the artists who speak in screenshots or style their thoughts like outfits.
For the ones who don’t have a writing voice, just a voice. One that shifts languages, interrupts itself, and doesn't always make sense but still feels true.These are the same thoughts that led me to start Chronically Cubed with .
We wanted a space to talk about what it means to build a creative life from scratch, while we’re still in the middle of it.
We talk about the chaos, the imposter syndrome, the joy, and the pivots.
All the parts that rarely get archived but matter just as much.We weren’t centered in the old systems.
But here, we get to speak.
People who make meaning by making a mess.
Whose art starts with screenshots, scribbles, and glitches.
People like me.I think about that a lot. The idea that we’re writing not for permanence, but despite it.
Maybe these fragments will outlive us.
Maybe they’ll be read by a bot, or a collector, or no one.Still, we post.
Still, we mint.
Still, we write.Because writing is how we make sense of staying alive while everything else updates faster than we can process.
Because if we don’t write our own archive, someone else will.And so I write at night, in my small Tokyo apartment where the walls are thin and the heat from the day still lingers in the corners of the room.
A konbini coffee sits beside me, half-forgotten, going cold.
Outside the window, the city murmurs. The low rumble of trains. The clink of bottles from someone’s late-night walk.
A breeze that smells faintly of asphalt and early summer rain.It’s quiet in the way only Tokyo nights can be. Not silence, but stillness.No one’s watching. No deadline. No brief.
But I write anyway.Because sometimes showing up, half-finished and honest, speaks louder than saying everything perfectly.
And in this city, in this moment, that feels like enough.Written for [#writeonchain](#writeonchain) Lens x Fountain - Summer Creative Writing Contest by and

Some of my 3D renders were used for the loop video at last weeks @galverse anime launch event✨Go check out the anime, it’s amazing🥰
https://youtu.be/Ix6oxwuc-rw?si=VrP-2uuTDJh61B1w

Top of my todo list today, drafting up my submission for this contest✨

Can I have a minute and a half of your time?Please go check out the @galverse anime trailer, it just hit 130k views and will keep growing!The anime will be launched on the same YT account on the 25th next week so make sure to subscribe too ✨link to the trailer→ https://youtu.be/C5iv4nTUBmY?si=23oFTHZyYBiUHBpu

Firefly Ambassadors – Episode 2 is HERE 🧨We’re back with more behind-the-scenes chaos, laughs, and alpha from the Firefly Ambassadors:
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✨ @kayakiko In this episode, we dive deeper into why we use @fireflyapp, how it fits into our creative (and chaotic) lives, and the weird Web3 moments that keep us going.Come hang out, and don’t forget to follow us to catch the next drop.

Thank you to everyone who came🫶✨