One of the strangest things about creating ULY KHAOS has been coming back to social media. From 2018 until this year, I lived without them. It wasn’t a statement, a challenge or some kind of digital detox. They simply disappeared from my life, and after a while I stopped thinking about them completely. Then ULY…

Today, a thought came to me that I haven’t been able to shake ever since. We spend so much of our lives trying to figure out who we are, as if there’s one definitive version of ourselves. The real one. The authentic one. The one that, once we find it, stays the same forever. But…

A few days ago, I met someone online. We’ve been talking quite a lot, and one of the things I’ve appreciated from the beginning is how comfortable I feel being myself around him. During one of our conversations, he told me he liked the way I write. It was a simple compliment, but it made…

Before I got sick, I lived with an assumption I never even questioned: there would always be next year. If I wanted to visit a country, I could do it later. If I had an idea, I could start it in a few months. If there was something I really wanted to experience, it didn’t…

Today, while walking through the city, I found myself thinking about all the people I have loved, desired, or simply felt deeply drawn to throughout my life. It was one of those thoughts that arrive unexpectedly and then refuse to leave. I started mentally going through the list of people who had meant something to…

recently started reading Being Bad by Arielle Egozi. It made me think about something much bigger than the idea of being “good” or “bad.” It made me wonder how much of our identity is actually ours.

Fashion trends are supposed to change. That’s the whole point of fashion. One year oversized jackets are everywhere. The next they’re replaced by tailored silhouettes. Colours change. Hairstyles change. Shoes change. That’s normal. What has never stopped feeling strange to me is that, somewhere along the way, we started treating human bodies the same way.

Over the past few days, my stomach has started causing me problems again. Almost everything I eat leaves me feeling nauseous, and sometimes I can’t even finish a meal without wondering if I’m going to be sick.

I often think that I’m distracted. But then I realise that’s not exactly true. It’s not that I’m not paying attention. Maybe I’m just paying attention to the wrong things. While someone is telling me a story, I notice the way they hold their cup between their hands. While everyone else is taking pictures of…

People often ask what London gave me, and for a long time I never really knew how to answer that question. The easiest response would be to talk about practical things: the opportunities, the work, the people I met. But the truth is that what happened to me here was much harder to explain, because…