Five artifacts. Four cities. Hidden in plain sight.
Over the course of four days, I slipped five handwritten fragments into the world — tucked gently into bookshelves, artisan corners, and silent shelves across four cities — as the first field release of The Living Lore Archive.
Each one was written in ink, folded with care, and coded with a secret that only reveals itself to those who choose to look closer.
None of them were signed.
All of them were real.
I don’t know if anyone will ever find them.
And strangely, that’s part of the point.
Inside the First Living Lore Archive Release
Each piece belongs to an ongoing narrative installation I call The Living Lore Archive — a poetic field project where handwritten fragments become vessels of meaning, scattered across the real world.
This is slow art. Guerrilla poetics. Mythic littering.
Each artifact is:
- A handwritten emotional relic
- A message disguised as a mystery
- A quiet invitation into the symbolic layer of the world
Some are scrolls. Others are sigils. All are Lore Fragments — and they exist to be stumbled upon.
They are not ads.
Not flyers.
Not content.
They’re moments of witness, sealed in paper and left for the world to decide.
One of the fragments from the first drop.
Handwritten, quiet, and waiting. Not all fragments are meant to be found quickly.
Why I Did It
I’ve always written by hand. It’s how I make sense of memory, mood, meaning.
For years I carried notebooks everywhere — not to document, but to feel more fully.
To mark the world with presence before it slipped away.
This was different.
This time, I let go.
I wrote for someone — not everyone. Not myself. Someone.
Maybe a stranger. Maybe you.
And if no one finds them?
Then they wait.
The world is full of hidden things.
Sometimes, wonder lies dormant — until we choose to look again.
What If This Is About Re-Enchantment?
We’re told the world is dull. Logical. Exhausted.
But what if it’s simply disenchanted?
The Living Lore Archive is a quiet rebellion against that.
A mythic system embedded in the real world.
A reminder that magic didn’t disappear — it just stopped being obvious.
This isn’t fantasy.
It’s a call to notice more deeply:
See the giants instead of the windmills.
Glimpse the story in the cracks of the sidewalk.
Remember that awe is not childish — it’s vital.
With Thanks
Some fragments were placed anonymously — free to be found or forgotten.
Others were hosted with warmth and welcome.
I’d like to extend my heartfelt thanks to the artisan ink shop in Basel who made space for one of the fragments.
Your shelves felt like a living library. A place stories would choose to rest.
What Comes Next
This Living Lore Archive release is only the beginning — there are more fragments waiting, more cities whispering, more stories to drop.
But I don’t want to do this alone.
If you:
- Run a bookstore, gallery, café, or a quiet space
- Feel drawn to host a Lore Fragment in your city
- Want to join the Lore Circle — those who seed wonder where they live
Reach out to me here. Or follow the fragments. There’re more waiting to be released into the wild.
Let’s leave beauty behind us like breadcrumbs.
Let’s re-enchant the world, one scroll at a time.
And If You Found One…
Tell me. Or don’t.
That’s part of the spell.
