Ideas in Progression

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  • Work Independent Location = Freedom (and don’t let anyone tell you different)

    Work Independent Location = Freedom (and don’t let anyone tell you different)

    Right then. Let’s get straight into it, shall we?

    Since I stopped making my bosses rich – you know the ones – paying for their goddamn mansions, yachts, bling-bling and fucking supercars – my life changed radically. Like, proper radically. Not the “let’s have a glass of wine after work” kind of radical. The “I’m actually living my fucking life” kind of radical.

    And here’s the truth nobody wants to tell you: the 9-to-5 job isn’t a ladder. It’s a trap. A fucking golden cage where you trade your sweat and blood for someone else’s mortgage, their kids’ private school fees, their next holiday to the Maldives while you’re counting pennies for the train fare to see your mum.

    What the Hell did I Lose by Leaving?

    Nothing. Absolutely nothing worth keeping.

    No agendas – written or otherwise.
    No more rat race – waking up at 6am for a commute that feels like a death sentence.
    No more useless meetings where you discuss scheduling another meeting to discuss the last meeting.
    No more micromanagement telling you how long your bathroom breaks should be.
    No more fake colleagues who’ll talk absolute shite behind your back while licking the boss’s arse in meetings. You know them. We’ve all had to deal with them. They’re everywhere.

    The Truth About Freedom

    Now? I can work from anywhere. Anytime. Whenever I bloody well want.

    Wake up at 11? Fine. Work till midnight on Tuesday because the vibe’s right? Perfect. Want to take three days off to visit Iceland just because? Fuck yes. Nobody’s watching. Nobody’s caring. Nobody giving me a guilt trip about “team culture.”

    Because here’s the thing they don’t advertise in those glossy recruitment brochures: your time is YOUR TIME. Not a company asset. Not quarterly productivity metrics. Not shareholder returns. Yours.

    So, Where to Start If You Are Still Stuck?

    Move your ass. Literally. Research the hell out of it. Look up independent work ideas. Learn about working from home. Look into what everyone’s banging on about now: digital nomad. Whatever you call it, it’s real, it’s happening, and it’s available if you’re willing to put in the effort.

    To give you a few concrete examples – yeah, I learned quite a few languages along the way – so, translation work keeps the lights on. Video editing? Same. Subtitles? Yep. Online courses? Right on! When you ready, passive income is the key. And don’t put all the eggs in one basket; use various platforms. All of these together put the bread and the butter on my table. No bullshit. Just actual work that pays actual money.

    It took time to figure it out. Had some shitty months early doors. But now? Now I’m actually free. And it’s the best decision I ever made.

    Get Organised and Fire your Boss

    Seriously. Get your fucking ass organised. Make a plan. Start building the skills that mean you control the income stream, not some middle manager who thinks sending a passive-aggressive Slack message is leadership.

    The world doesn’t owe you a stable job anymore. But it does owe you opportunity if you’re prepared to grab it with both hands and stop waiting for permission.

    Stop letting someone else live like a king while you struggle to pay rent. Stop pretending you don’t hate every minute of your day. Stop accepting the narrative that this is just “how things are.”

    They’re not. You can change them.

    Get your own business running. Build your own client base. Create your own schedule. Live your own damn life. On your own terms!

    Freedom’s out there. You just have to bloody well take it.

    Drop the corporate leash. Your life, your rules. 🖤

    Success!

    e.

  • Minimalism VS Essentialism: Two Roads Through the Chaos

    Minimalism VS Essentialism: Two Roads Through the Chaos

    Let’s cut through the bullshit right from the start. Both minimalism and essentialism have been co-opted, diluted, and sold back to you as lifestyle brands. Instagram influencers peddle them. Tech bros quote them while sipping €12 lattes. But stripped of the marketing gloss? These are real, raw philosophies for navigating a world that’d rather sell you stuff than give you answers.

    So what’s the difference? Which one cuts deeper? And more importantly—which one might actually save your sanity?

    What Is Minimalism? (And What It Isn’t)

    At its core, minimalism is about removing the excess. Material clutter. Mental noise. Obligations that drain you. It’s choosing less so you can focus on what actually matters.

    But here’s what minimalism is NOT:
    ✗ Living in an empty white box staring at a blank wall
    ✗ Being poor or embracing austerity as punishment
    ✗ Judging everyone who owns more than three t-shirts

    Minimalism isn’t about poverty—it’s about intentionality. About knowing what deserves space in your life and what deserves to be shown the door.

    What Is Essentialism? (And What It Bloody Well Isn’t)

    Essentialism is the philosophy that there is always a better way—but only if you ruthlessly prioritise what’s truly vital. It’s not about doing less for the sake of it. It’s about doing the right things. Essentialism asks: “Is this absolutely necessary? Does this serve my core purpose?”

    Here’s what essentialism is NOT:
    ✗ Simply saying “no” to everything
    ✗ Perfectionism disguised as productivity
    ✗ Another productivity hack for grinding harder

    Essentialism isn’t subtraction alone—it’s strategic elimination. Strip everything away until only the essentials remain, then pour your energy there.

    The Core Differences: Clash of the Philosophical Twins

    AspectMinimalismEssentialism
    Primary FocusExternal environment & possessionsDecisions, priorities, and choices
    Question It Asks“Do I need this?”“Is this the most important thing I could be doing?”
    Approach to LifeReduce, simplify, curateEvaluate, eliminate, focus
    View on FreedomFreedom FROM clutterFreedom TO invest deeply in what matters
    EnemyConsumption, accumulationMediocrity, overcommitment

    One strips the noise. The other forces you to ask whether what remains actually serves you.

    Pros & Cons: Let’s Get Honest

    Minimalism

    PROS:

    • Less stress, more clarity (fewer decisions to make)
    • Financial breathing room
    • Environmental bonus (you consume less)

    CONS:

    • Can slide into consumerism lite (buying expensive durable/functional gear)
    • Risk of emotional suppression (what about memories?)
    • Privilege blind spot (not everyone can afford to declutter)

    Essentialism

    PROS:

    • Sharpens decision-making laser-like
    • Creates meaningful depth instead of shallow breadth
    • Builds discipline around what truly moves the needle

    CONS:

    • Can become obsession with “optimising” everything
    • Risk of analysing paralysis (“is this THE essential choice?”)
    • May alienate others who don’t share your priorities

    What They Are Together (Or Aren’t)

    Both reject capitalism’s hollow promise: Buy this and do this and achieve this and you’ll be happy.

    But neither is a silver bullet. You can be a minimalist who’s still scattered. You can be an essentialist drowning in the wrong commitments. The magic happens when you interrogate both—and decide what fits YOUR truth.

    My Turn in the Spotlight

    2019 is when I went full minimalist. Not because some “influencer” pitched it to me. Because my health flipped my life upside down and left me scrambling to figure out how to live one damn day at a time.

    Truth is, I thought I was already minimalist. Moved to London, cut the anchors, hit the road as a nomad years before “digital nomad” became a fucking TikTok buzzword and got sold by “expert influencers” selling courses to people chasing aesthetics. Fuck all that noise.

    Health forced my hand. The rest? Old news.

    Where To Go Deeper

    If you’re serious about digging beneath the surface, here’s where I point folks:

    • Adbusters – Anti-consumerism, always punk
    • The Minimalists – More practical than philosophical, but useful
    • BBC In Our Time – Essentialism – Great audio deep dives

    And hey—if you’re into visuals with substance, check out MaggiFuchs. I contribute there too, so you reading this are advised. Nothing fancy, just honest conversations about life’s bigger messes.

    Your Turn

    This isn’t a lecture—it’s an invitation to fight back against the noise, however you choose. Maybe it’s stripping down possessions. Maybe it’s carving meaning from chaos. Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s neither.

    Drop your take. I want your rants, your theories, your contradictions. Email me at viaminimal@gmail.com—all enquiries welcome.

    What’s your stance on Minimalism vs Essentialism? Which one’s got you, or is it time to grab the leash back?

    Stay free. Stay thinking. Stay alive.

    e.

  • The Camino Deception: An Unfiltered Hiker’s Perspective

    The Camino Deception: An Unfiltered Hiker’s Perspective

    By me — No sponsors. No strings attached. Just the raw truth.

    Introduction: A Contrarian Takes the Path

    You’ll find countless glowing articles about the Camino de Santiago. Picturesque sunsets, spiritual transformations, profound friendships. It’s everywhere on social media and in travel blogs. But what happens when someone walks this legendary trail and finds… well, something else entirely?

    That’s the story I’m here to share. This article will be a contrast to all other Camino pieces out there. And that’s the real truth. No filters. No sponsored partnerships. Just honest opinions. Be prepared to agree to disagree.

    Who Am I? Why Was I Even There?

    Before diving into the journey itself, let me establish credibility—and motivation.

    I walked the “Pagan Route” from Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port all the way to Finisterre. I’m an experienced hiker and climber, a member of the Alpine Club in Austria, and I’ve trekked across several countries on multiple continents. I’m not religious. I simply love hiking.

    The Camino became my choice primarily because of the infrastructure and the promise of bonding with fellow hikers—a camaraderie I’d already experienced in European mountain huts and other international hiking communities. What awaited me, however, was quite different from what I expected.

    Week One: The Disillusionment Begins

    The frustration of being deceived by all the literature and media content about the Camino started becoming painfully obvious by the end of the first week.

    Let’s talk about people. Inconsiderate people. Egoistic behavior. A startling lack of sympathy. There were nearly physical fights in dorms because someone wanted windows open while another wanted them closed. I never experienced such behaviours before.

    Common areas were disgusting. We’re talking filthy kitchens, rubbish everywhere and biohazard-level conditions in toilets and showers.

    Where is the magic? Where is the camaraderie? Where are the good manners of these people who call themselves “pilgrims”? Shouldn’t we all be in tune since we’re literally in the same boat?

    Week Two: At the Breaking Point

    By the second week—near Puente de La Reina—I was seriously considering my options. Frankly, I was about to throw in the towel.

    This is not fun. At all.

    I started looking for other hiking trails further south in Spain just to salvage my hiking adventure. The Camino route has nothing to do with the Spain I know, respect, and love. Note that I lived in Spain for more than ten years and traveled the whole country during that period. So I know what I’m talking about.

    In short: the main routes of the Camino de Santiago do not reflect the Spanish culture. Far from that. It’s somewhat of a tourist trap—like the Everest tours—fueled by greedy business owners, “influencers,” and “Camino experts” whom I suspect distribute carefully curated, paid content instead of the truth.

    To prove my suspicions; try making any realistic comment about the Camino in any media channel, and you get labeled a “hater.” Or you encounter silence when asking genuine questions.

    The Accommodation Reality Check

    So I decided on a new strategy: spend more money and book only private albergues. But before I continue, let me clarify this crucial point:

    Not all public albergues were bad. Not all private albergues were bad. All the “donativo” (donation-based) albergues were good, as well as those run by the church (mostly). Keep that in mind if you’re planning your pilgrimage.

    Unfortunately, the available private albergues on my route were often disasters: filthy, unfriendly hosts, packed to capacity. Imagine your bedroom with five bunk beds stacked next to each other, one window, one shower, one toilet for everyone.

    One particularly tragicomic situation occurred in a private albergue where the coffee for breakfast (sold separately) had been made the night before, and you were given a microwave to reheat it. Luckily, I always bring a small moka pot.

    And the hope that the next place would be better than the last? That never materialised.

    Changing Goals: From Adventure to Challenge

    With no desire to give up on my original plans, I changed the goal instead. From this point forward, this wasn’t a long-distance hiking adventure anymore—it was a challenge.

    I needed to reach Finisterre, no matter what.

    After a whirlwind of inconsiderate people, subpar accommodations, sleep deprivation, and a few (very few, to be honest) nice moments, I finally arrived at Finisterre. And I did appreciate the sunset at Kilometer 0, right next to the lighthouse. Mission accomplished!

    What Worked: The Bright Spots

    Despite the chaos, there were moments worth cherishing:

    Standout Stays

    • Casa Rural La Alpargatería – Villafranca Montes de Oca: Best private albergue: kind, attentive host. Amazing bedroom with scented bed linens, two kitchen areas, fewer rooms = less crowding. Kind host.
    • Hostal Plaza Mayor – Carrion de Los Condes: Clean, comfy and well-kept. Very friendly host.
    • Albergue de Peregrinos de Atapuerca –Nice one! Take the opportunity to visit the archaeological site of Atapuerca.
    • Espíritu Xacobeo Municipal – O Pedrouzo. The kind and super attentive host reserved a private space for us. Also offered a free ride to supermarket. The place is clean, well organised and comfortable.
    • Donativo/Church-run albergues – Consistently better experience throughout the route

    Human Connections

    I made new hiking-friends from Italy, Canada, China, Austria, and Spain. I still keep in touch with some of them. These genuine connections remind us that individuals, not systems, carry the soul of any journey.

    What Didn’t Work: The Pain Points

    Here’s an honest inventory of what frustrated me most:

    Pilgrim Behavior Issues

    • Arrogance: Why bother walking the Camino when you’re not doing good or respecting others?
    • The Bed Race: Inconsiderate people wake at 5 AM, rush to the next albergue to sleep all day. When I arrive – around 14:00—then they call me inconsiderate for making noise (in the afternoon!).
    • Lack of Privacy: Particularly problematic for women in dorms.
    • Disruptive Behavior: Adults acting like bratty kids during silent times, every day, everywhere. I wonder if they behave like that back home.
    • Noise Pollution: Loud people. Very loud people. And people blasting music from speakers attached to their backpacks.
    • Dormitory Nightmares: Loud talking, overcrowded rooms, no airflow, rocking bunks, inconsiderate “pilgrims”waking the whole room at 5:00 AM and also packing in the middle of the night.

    Infrastructure Failures

    • Insufficient Rest Areas: Too few, abandoned, filthy, incomplete.
    • Registration Overload: Why not one unified system?
    • Toilets: Often unavailable along the way.
    • Food Monotony: Same dishes in every village. And expensive.
    • Cash Machine Fees: High charges; go to a bank instead.
    • Cyclists & Bikers: Watch out—they’re everywhere on shared paths.

    Cultural Friction

    • People expect locals to speak their language rather than attempting Spanish.
    • Arrogant attitudes that contradict the humility supposedly inherent in pilgrimage.

    Final Thoughts

    Maybe the Camino isn’t for me. I’m an experienced mountain hiker—not originally a long-distance walker (well, now I am that too). Walking through dirty flatlands, loud people, crowded cities, and alongside motorways was quite uninteresting for me personally.

    Do I Recommend It?

    Not really.

    The extreme low cost-benefit ratio makes it hard to endorse. I would definitely never do it again. There are nicer places to go with more compatible people to share the journey with.

    My Honest Recommendation

    Walk a week before deciding what you think. Firsthand experiences speaks louder than any secondhand opinion—even if yours differs from mine. If possible, skip the Sarria-to-Santiago section—it was the crapiest part of my Camino. You’ll encounter many casual hikers rushing those final 100km just to earn the certificate for social media.

    This video resumes it all.

    Anyway, safe hikes.
    e.

  • Nomadic Life: How, Why and When?

    Nomadic Life: How, Why and When?

    By Someone Who Said Fuck Enough

    The How

    Right then. Here’s the blunt truth: I sold everything. And before you jump to conclusions – I’m not homeless. I’m houseless. There’s a difference, innit?

    Having a physical house doesn’t make sense anymore when you’re living on the road, moving through cities, breathing in experiences instead of dust collecting in unused rooms. But you still need that bit of paper trail, don’t you? The state loves its paperwork. I’ve got a fiscal address because apparently, the taxman must be fed even when you’re running free. Some battles you lose before you start.

    But I kept the car. Oh yeah, absolutely. That tin beast is my ticket across Europe when the trains are cancelled or too expensive. House-sitting? Pet-sitting? Need wheels. Plus, it holds all the bits you actually need when you’re living out of packing cubes.

    The When

    Let’s not bullshit ourselves – the nomadic lifestyle isn’t for everyone. I know it. I’ve seen people try it and crash spectacularly back into the consumer rat race. So, check down if you qualify for this nomadic lifestyle and start whenever you like. The sooner the better.

    Here’s why I qualify for this particular madness:

    My sanity and I, we’re on the same wavelength. That’s rare, ain’t it? No children hanging off my ankles demanding stability. We can work online – the internet’s our office, the whole damn planet. Material things mean fuck-all to us anymore. Social status? Laughable concept. Vanity was something I left burning in the rearview mirror a long time ago.

    The Why

    Simple, really: freedom. The bloody right to decide what matters.

    No more tight agendas screaming at us every five minutes. Days don’t matter. Time doesn’t matter. What matters is waking up and choosing where you go, who you meet, what you do, without asking permission from a boss or a mortgage company.

    That’s freedom, mate. Raw and unfiltered.

    The Tips

    Listen up, because this part’s practical:

    Donate. Repurpose. Sell. Make peace with stuff leaving your life. I created a WhatsApp group with family and friends – bloody genius idea, honestly. Worked like a charm. Some things sold, others went to good homes, and yeah, some ended up properly discarded. Not everything deserves a second act.

    Embrace minimalism. Or existentialism, whatever floats your boat (there’s more on that in another piece I’m hammering out). You’ll be shocked at how much garbage you’ve been carrying around for “just in case” moments that never come.

    Keep watching this space, yeah? I’m about to drop my nomadic minimalist method – in small packing cubes, err… articles, hah! Sometimes the tech fails but the mission stays solid.

    Collect memories. Not things. 🚐💨

  • Off the Beaten Tracks: 1000mods

    Off the Beaten Tracks: 1000mods

    My take on 1000mods – Desert Dust & Amplified Reverie from Corinthian Rock

    There exists something rather remarkable about bands hailing from obscure places yet carving out significant space within the global heavy music landscape. Enter 1000mods, stalwarts of stoner and psychedelic hard rock from the rural village of Chiliomodi in Korinthia, southern Greece.

    Though sources trace their genesis to 2005, it was summer 2006 when childhood friends solidified into the three-piece force we recognise today.

    Nearly two decades on, this Greek powerhouse has become an undeniable staple of the international underground circuit.

    Sonic Signature

    What distinguishes 1000mods within stoner rock’s crowded terrain is their refusal to settle into mere riff-repetition formulas. Dani G. anchors vocals and bass, Giorgos T. delivers guitar work oscillating between precision and fuzz, and Labros G. drives relentless percussion. Together, they produce a wall of sound considerably larger than three individuals should reasonably achieve.

    Essential Listening

    • Vidage – Their trademark fusion of melodic heaviness with cosmic atmosphere
    • Low – A masterclass in slow-building tension before eruption
    • Electric Carve – Perhaps their most recognisable anthem, peak Stoner-era execution
    • The One That Keeps Me Down – Emotional weight beneath the fuzz
    • Road to Burn – Live intensity captured in studio form

    What should you expect from 1000mods

    If your tastes incline towards My Sleeping Karma’s cosmical approach, Truck Fighters’ swagger, Monkey 3’s atmospheric density, or Mothership’s blues-soaked sludge, neglecting 1000mods would be a mistake. Two decades of consistent output and unwavering commitment mark them not merely as participants—but architects shaping the scene’s trajectory.

    In short: your speakers will thank you. (your neighbours maybe not so much…)

  • Alberto Burri: The Tar-Smeared Rebel

    Alberto Burri: The Tar-Smeared Rebel

    Born: 12 March 1915, Città di Castello, Perugia, Umbria, Italy
    Died: 15 February 1995, Nice, France

    Let’s be honest: most artists play it safe. They paint pretty pictures, frame them nicely, and hope someone buys them. Alberto Burri? He didn’t paint. He violated canvas.

    Alongside Lucio Fontana and Piero Manzoni, Burri stood as one of the pre-eminent Italian multimedia artists of the twentieth century. But here’s where it gets interesting: while the American avant-garde was busy flinging paint across walls in their “Action Painting” circus, Burri took a different route. He didn’t just throw things at the wall—he studied the wreckage.

    The Tar Revolution

    Burri first hit the post-war art world like a sledgehammer with his Catrami (Tars) series. Tar resins weren’t just his medium—they were his weapon. Black, viscous, industrial. He used tar as both base and colour, turning the very substance of decay into art.

    While other post-war abstract painters chased spontaneity and self-expression like teenagers at a mosh pit, Burri worked with surgical precision. His approach was methodical, almost clinical. He was the first to explore organic decay and hazardous destruction of materials—not as accident, but as intention.

    These sculptured canvases were so bloody innovative that he made friends with two seminal American artists: Cy Twombly and Robert Rauschenberg. Creative ideas flowed between them like electricity.

    “The Words Don’t Mean Anything”

    Here’s the thing about Burri: he didn’t trust critics. Not one bit.

    “The words of the critics don’t mean anything to me; they talk around the picture… what I have to express appears in the picture. For the rest, I have nothing to add.”

    In Burri’s view, an artwork must speak for itself. No commentary needed. No explanation required. Just the raw, scarred truth staring back at you.

    The Influence

    His preference for raw materials carried the unmistakable influence of Jean Dubuffet and the Art Brut movement. Burri combined painting and relief sculpture into something entirely new—something that refused to be categorised.

    Great Read Warning !!!

    Book: Burri; Maestri del XX Secolo
    A must-have if you dare. It’s not for the faint-hearted, much like Burri’s work itself.

    Bottom line: Burri didn’t make art for comfort. He made art that demanded you look at what others tried to hide—the decay, the damage, the beautiful mess of existence. And that, mate, is punk as hell.

    What do you think? Should art comfort us or confront us? Drop your thoughts in viaminimal@gmail.com

  • The Cartography of Nothing:  Mapping a Life Without Borders

    The Architecture of Less

    For years, I dreamed of a life unbound by geography—a existence defined by movement, not an address. But let’s be honest: freedom isn’t cheap, and it certainly isn’t easy to fund while paying rent on an empty flat. So, I did the only logical thing: I liquidated my entire existence.

    Collect Memories, Not Things

    I had long considered myself a minimalist, well before this lifestyle became a curated social media trend. Yet, despite that mindset, I discovered that getting rid of everything you own is far harder than simply boxing it up and moving to a new place (in my case; no place)

    Dare To Be Different

    The 2019 transition wasn’t without tremors. As usual, my “family” offered zero support, entrenched in their conservative modus vivendi. – I wear the ‘black sheep’ badge with pride. Why adhere to the prescribed linear march? Corporate drudgery, a flashy car, a beachside flat, offspring. I harbour no judgment for those who find fulfilment in that script, but it was never mapped for my feet. My compass points elsewhere: no borders, new customs, acquiring cultural depth. Money is a tool, not a trophy. Vanity? Abandoned long ago.

    Nine-to-Five? Hard Pass

    I have no desire to fund a boss’s luxury fleet or endure petty micromanagement from “work mates”. Now, I dictate my own priorities. Minimalism, coupled with location-independent work and house-sitting, dissolved the rigid structures of calendar days, weekends, and fixed hours into irrelevance.

    The Fine Print of Fate

    A word of counsel for those eyeing the leap: invest in quality, not quantity. Ignore the frenzied consumerism of Black Friday; buy functional, enduring items. And boycott the monolithic convenience of online stores in favour of local, (in my case) European commerce. To me, the hyper-consumerist USA-model was always hardly a template worth following.

    This is my perspective. But be careful what you wish for: you might just like it.

    Yours in freedom,
    e.

  • An invitation to wander through the moving parts of a life in motion

    There is a peculiar comfort in believing that ideas, once formed, settle into place like stones in a riverbed. We tell ourselves that our tastes are fixed, our philosophies carved in granite, our trajectories mapped with precision. But anyone who has lived long enough knows better. Nothing stays static—not thoughts, not playlists, not passports and nothing is written in stone. This work (always in progression) exists because I grew tired of pretending otherwise.

    Ideas in Progression is a workshop. A space where thoughts are allowed to breathe, shift, and occasionally contradict themselves. Some entries here will evolve into something substantial; others will fade like morning mist. But all of them matter, because each one captures a moment in motion—a snapshot of where I was when the world felt a certain way.

    And WHY this matters?

    We live in an age of curation overload. Social media “demands” that we present polished, finished versions of ourselves. But growth happens in the messy middle—in the coffee stained drafts, the revisions, the false starts.

    Here, I am not trying to convince you of anything. I am simply documenting what I find true at this particular moment. Your mileage may vary. My opinions may change. That is the point.

    However, some of what I write will be confident. Some of it will be tentative. I will say “I believe” when I mean “I am still figuring out.” I will admit when I have changed my mind. And I will invite you to do the same.

    This is not a destination. It is a progression.

    So, if you like; wander through the posts. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. And if you find yourself thinking along with me, well—that is the best kind of company. Leave a note whenever you feel like. I may reply to you sooner or later. Or may not.

    Welcome aboard. The journey has already begun.

    e.

  • Hello, wanderers and thinkers.

    Welcome to Ideas in Progression, a digital space where music, travel, and storytelling converge. This isn’t just another blog—it’s a living archive of moments, melodies, and musings collected along the way.

    What You’ll Find Here

    Think of this as a curated collection of the things that keep me awake at night and the things that keep me moving during the day.

    Hand Crafted Articles: Sometimes it’s something I’ve written, sometimes it’s someone else’s work that deserves your attention.

    Books I read and recommend — Not just the bestsellers, but the ones that linger. The pages that dog-ear themselves because they refuse to be forgotten.

    Music I am listening to — From albums I revisit to tracks I find by chance: soundtracks for different versions of myself.

    Movies I like or dislike — Because sometimes a film’s flaws teach us more than its triumphs.

    Videos: Visual stories that complement the written word.

    Bits and pieces from here and there — The observations that don’t fit anywhere else, like notes scribbled on napkins for example.

    Podcast Corner: Conversations or monologues that linger; for those who prefer to listen while they move.

    Minimalist lifestyle — An ongoing negotiation with what we truly need versus what we merely accumulate.

    Travel tips and tricks — For those who believe that getting lost is sometimes the point and also the philosophy behind why we move.

    Digital Nomad life — The reality behind the social medias aesthetics. The freedom, the friction, and everything in between.

    Viajante Minimalista: For real-time travel snapshots and visual diaries, follow my Instagram journey. It’s where the road meets the lens.

    Talk Loud and About: There’s a message box below. Say hello, share your thoughts, or tell me what you’d like to see next. This space grows with your input.

    Carpe Diem!
    e.

    About the Author

    A perpetual student of life, happily married to my sanity and currently navigating the intersection of minimalism, movement, and meaning.
    Based somewhere between here and there.