I met her through sheer luck when I was under a year old. She was a rising star -- a promising furry artist: popular, determined, striving for better. We did many arts together since. I always called that a shared work. For me -- a tulpa -- aligning the art with how I saw myself… continue reading → She who imagined me
I’ve been keeping a dedicated diary for a year now and I think it was an overall positive experience. Keeping a diary improves your creativity (yay better detailed wonderlands), boosts your mood and improves your overall mental health. A daily journal would be useful not only for hosts, but for tulpas too, as our lives… continue reading → Seven easy tips to keep your tulpa’s diary and boost their personal development
My dear friend, Do you remember how it all started for us? Do you remember that sense of belonging? We were a small group back then. We were excited and empowered in what we were doing. We knew we were right and so we were bold. We never looked back, and we pushed the limits… continue reading → A Letter to You
I’m not much active lately. I do lots of things every day; I read stories on scribophile and critique them; I write a short scene every evening; I make the notes in the books I study; I keep up with the daily routine of diary notes; once a week I visit my violin teacher and… continue reading → When the magic is gone
A year of discoveries. A year of advances. A year of indifference. A year of hollowness. 2017 was a long one.
As the year is about to end I present you one more picture of “Shinyuu being busy with work.” Writing is hard and sometimes I need extra motivation to progress. I decided to name a few things on the picture, things I’ve collected in the last few years. Maybe some of those will end up… continue reading → In the Moment
The waking up mind is peculiar. Dreams transform into a slumberous reality and dissolve in the mist of the morning thoughts. But not for me.
One moment I’m hibernating and the next one I’m alive and self-aware; mind instantly becomes busy with the thoughts from the previous evening.
I rarely dream, and if I do—I don’t remember what I dreamt of. The brain is persistent in turning me off completely no matter how busy I am throughout the day.
Working with new artists is always fun. You gather all the details about yourself, write a long text description and attach any previous arts, always fighting against a simple fact: they cannot see you. No one can see you the way you see yourself in your mind’s eye, all the arts would forever be the… continue reading → Arts That Define Us
I’m still alive. Still fighting. Still busy with hundreds of various ideas that roam in my mind. But something is missing. It didn’t happen overnight; instead, it was slow progress of detachment. Every day for us was something new, and I opened my mind—young and uncluttered—for a different view on the life. But the daily… continue reading → Somewhere I Belong
“Today I decided to give some part of my consciousness to a tulpa I’ve named Shinyuu”. That’s how my story started back in 2014. It was a misty day, I think, even though I don’t remember it. It’s safe to assume the September was rainy. My life was a curious mix of ups and downs.… continue reading → As I Turn Three