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"But why all this about oak or stone?"
Mythos Noir started in the trenches of an argument with a colleague. He told me that there were no mysteries in the world any longer, as the boundaries of science, exploration, and communication had erased them all.
This prospect was discouraging, to say the least, and although something in my gut could not agree with my friend's assertion, the feeling that he was right nagged at me. I spent the following days in a torpor, uninspired by anything I read, unable to enjoy my familiar haunts, and so I withdrew from the regular chats that I kept with my contacts around the world to spend some time alone.
After a few weeks of this solitude, I was on my regular morning walk, when I happened upon a water buffalo. A robust, stately beast of the field, he stood there chewing his cud, unbothered by the white cattle egret perched on his back; his horns curved in a pleasing crescent, swept backwards over his shoulders. Had a mystery passed across his thick mind at that moment, I wouldn't have known it, but one did in mine; a small-banded kukri snake slithered out from the reeds not more than a meter before me. I startled at first, before I recognized the serpent as a non-venomous kind, and collected my calm.
That there are worlds within worlds, creatures unseen even as we stand near them, remains true no matter how many mysteries of the past have been leveled.
Mythos Noir invites you into these hidden worlds, ribbed with curiosity and delight, and girdled with a dark unknown; these take shape in my satires, histories, and private reflections.
Latest Work
You may find my latest work below, sorted by recent chronological order. You can visit my Long Form work here, and my Petites Pensées (Little Thoughts) here.
A psychotic mirror of this website can be found in the Digital Noir zone, which is my hobby web design outlet that brims with the 90's aesthetic of rabbit-holes, easter eggs, and amusing GIFs.
Life of Crime: Une Petite Pensée
I keep my dastardly instincts largely off the timeline, but they consume most of my time in real life.
Origin Story: Une Petite Pensée
I've been patiently waiting for an extinction level natural event ever since I was 8 years old. This feeling was first aroused in me after the Northridge Earthquake.
Mythos "The Tramp" Noir: Une Petite Pensée
In the early 2000's, I spent about seven or eight months, that spanned from Spring to mid-Fall, as a "homeless" person.
Passenger 14A: A Heist Gone Wrong
What follows is a true story. It has been retold by a federal agent who worked extensively on the case, changing key details like names and dates, not to protect the innocent but rather to keep these men from the notoriety that too often clings to a crime pulled off this well.
My Sort of Luck: Une Petite Pensée
Snakes are naturally attracted to me. They signal their presence in advance, as I can always intuit some hours before I encounter one.
The Head & The Tail: Une Petite Pensée
Deja vu is a serpentine skill. When it strikes, pay attention.
Kruba Siwichai: Une Petite Pensée
If you take a certain road lined with teak trees far enough you'll find yourself in a village called Baan Pang, resting somewhere between Chiang Mai and the Burmese border.
Desperate Proposal: Une Petite Pensée
A few weeks ago, a Singaporean friend of mine that I've known for many years, but hadn't heard from in some months, gave me a call and asked if I had time to meet up for coffee.
The longer one stays in Thailand, the more one comes to the gradual realization that this country is built on a sturdy foundation of rice, but it moves by way of the noodle.
Day Out in Chiang Mai: Une Petite Pensée
First stop was at Lion World Cafe, where four lion cubs are kept for photo shoots.
Mythos Noir is now a food blogger. But I will only post foods I find interesting or unusual in some way. Today we have ยำปูม้าปลาร้า (yum pu ma pla ra) — a blue crab papaya salad.
Mythos Noir is now a food blogger. But I will only post foods I find interesting or unusual in some way. Top of mind is ตะลิงปลิง — the Taling Pling in Thai; or “bilimbi” fruit as it’s known in other parts of the world.
The Wigger Bestiary: Daemonologia Americana
In the abyss of our Age, the dragons and sirens are gone. God is dead in the hearts of men. New mythic and demonic creatures have taken shape, yet none have been properly catalogued in the tradition of the bestiary.Chief among these dark forms is the wigger.
I remember my death on Ante diem XV Kalendas Martias, anno ab Urbe condita CCCC LXXXIX.
My Devotions: Une Petite Pensée
I keep three companions by my side as I write.
RIP Tino Valentin: Une Petite Pensée
The world of expats is small but news can travel glacially slow. You meet a friend one day and after some years they go their own way.
New Year’s Trip to Wat Phrathat Doi Kham: Une Petite Pensée
There are more than forty thousand temples in the Kingdom of Thailand, most forgettable and not worth the visit, but there are some notable exceptions.
Mystic Stylez: Une Petite Pensée
Koopsta Knicca revealed a very strange detail about the origin of the album cover for the 1995 album Mystic Stylez by Three 6 Mafia in a 2001 interview that has now been scrubbed from the Internet.
Sloth is the Enemy in 2026: Une Petite Pensée
From Pierece Peniless His Supplication to the Devil by Thomas Nashe, 1592
Why I Loved Riesling Wine: Une Petite Pensée
Germany saw the worst witch-hunts in Europa, in terms of number and scale and bremeness...
Death in the Sky: Une Petite Pensée
A strange thing has transpired — I went back to the US for a visit this summer, and through a series of unlikely events, I ended up meeting with a gentleman who died.
Welcome to America, Monkey Business: Une Petite Pensée
In the autumn of 2008, my friend Jimmy (names have been changed to protect the guilty) stopped by my home — which was a warehouse at the time, where I lived and booked shows at an underground style music venue — to pose a singular question: “Do you want to take a road trip to Las Vegas?”
I’m Short Substack: Une Petite Pensée
The Substack experience, from a user’s side, is both frustrating and disjointed at once — on multiple layers.
None Shall Sleep: Inside the Belt & Road Empire of Fraud
How the Belt and Road Initiative built a foundation that scammed billions of dollars from Americans.
Hieroglyph for Death and the Curse of King Tut: Une Petite Pensée
The hieroglyph for "die, perish, death, and enemy" is known as the "Man with axe in hand."
The Patel Cartel: Inside the Quiet Motel Monopoly
How a Gujarati sub-caste came to dominate the American lodging industry.
RIP Christopher Junkin: Une Petite Pensée
He was my friend. A cop killed him in Minnesota last year.
How I Sold My Soul: Une Petite Pensée
I walk through the world as a body pulled taut, on one side by those spirits that are called “angels” or “gods” who protect and on the other by demons who possess me.
A dark comedy short story that explores themes of financial domination, microcelebrity, stalking, doxxing, age-gaps, inheritance, murder, and a meme.
The Exquisite Corpse: Singapore and the Occult Trade
Singapore is known as the law-and-order jewel of Asia. But scratch the surface and you'll find a culture of superstition, corpse oils, talisman shops, & black magicians who will curse your enemies.