Little Thoughts of Mythos Noir
A dream, or desire, perhaps a diversion...
"In great actions men show themselves as they ought to be, in small actions as they are."
Sometimes Mythos Noir is struck by a mood that can't be ignored. These are the Petites Pensées, the little thoughts, that may not need a full-length production, but yearn for the page nonetheless; consider these a peek behind the curtain.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.