dear friends,

due to a visa rejection, I had to leave my life in Istanbul behind, for now. my home, my partner, my dog, my room full of sprawling plants with a window into the glittering Bosphorus strait — all the things that attached and tethered me to a sense of belonging, cocooning, home — feel of a distant planet.

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I do what I’ve done many times before, since childhood, I suppose — activate the extreme adaptability that comes as the coping mechanism of changing worlds, by choice or by force. but I don’t feel light, free, and mutable; I feel as heavy as a shipwreck. while walking through different city streets, my mind projects flickering glimpses of blank slates, new languages, all the other lives I could belong to, if I tried.

I’ve been craving more tangible art-making, so I resumed my sketchbook practice. last Friday I walked through Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris on an overcast morning, and this Tuesday, I sat on a long train ride from midtown Manhattan to Brooklyn, drew the trees of that cemetary, and missed my stop.

these days, New York City is as cold as a slap in the face, but it’s a slap that I feel like I need. when I feel soggy and waterbogged, I come here to slip into its circuitary board, to hug my old friends, and spin in a few rinse cycles.

in the days before leaving Istanbul, I could barely get out of bed. I found solace in drawing that, too. sometimes words feel clumsy, insufficient, limiting. I forget what languages I speak. I feel like I’m always on the precipice of free fall, or dissolution.

next week, I’ll take a 10 hour Amtrak train to NC, and spend the holidays with my parents, in their big suburban house, with my childhood piano and old art supplies. I wonder what sanity or clarity awaits me there. certainly, a few weeks of sleep.

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Upcoming Teaching

amidst all this displacement, I have a few projects I’m feeling momentum to release, in January/February 2026.

the first two are in their early, exploratory stages, but I’m very excited to grow and share them with you.

🧃 Money Juice Cleanse (Jan 12-18, 2026)
🧧 Digital Abundance (Feb 3 - April 27, 2026)
🦋 Labyrinth Library, winter season

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🧃 Money Juice Cleanse

Money Juice Cleanse is a 7 day offering for doing deep, foundational money work — as a set of playful and nourishing creative practices.

dates: Jan 12-18, 2026

I’ll create 7 juice boxes (filled with teachings, processes, templates) for working with a different facet of money work — clarity, safety, detox, gratitude, worthiness, circulation energy, abundance. it’s my way of relating to and teaching a tangly topic with lightness, pleasure, and wonder.

registration & more details coming late December

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🧧 Digital Abundance

Digital Abundance is a 12 week course about channeling your creative energy into generative, sustainable business offerings that can nourish your life, and community.

dates: Feb 3 - April 27

it is about reimagining what business looks like — from the perspective and powers of an artist. of course, it will be deeply anti-capitalist, unorthodox, poetic, practical, and imaginative.

it is a philosophy, framework, and discovery process for how your inner abundance can become outer / communal / material abundance — using the portals of the internet.

the course will start on Feb 3.

more details & registration will open in late December

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🌑 Recent Creations

underworld business practices

8 practices and principles for how I run my business like a super scorpio — embracing the lunar, cyclical, waiting behind veils, in the darkness and depths.

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storm shelter: a practice for comfort in chaos

a 10 minute audio artifact about how to create your own safe holding space for weathering periods of extreme turmoil. from season 1 of Labyrinth.

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spectral veils, sagitarrius iii

sensing into a relationship to the numinous & otherworldly

neon glow comfort, sagitarrius ii

riding the flow of artifical neon energy

questing for the grail, sagitarrius i

in pursuit of the greatest adventure of our lives

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🔮 Curations from the Archives

from when I did this before.

nyc is my spin cycle (2022)

this city is just an expensive washing machine. (just spinning, not cleaning).

the feeling of flying to istanbul (2021)

a premonition of integration, when I first moved to Istanbul 4 years ago

the story of my first internet cocoon (2025)

how I first started writing on the internet, 11 years ago

how to feel at home anywhere (2020)

instructions to self from my nomadic life, at the beginning of COVID

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🌊 Notes & Misc.

• I first listened to this song on the 10 hour plane ride to NYC, and have since been obsessed — berghain by ROSALÍA — with the abrupt change of languages, tempo, and of course, violence of emotions

• thinking about how my digital notion journal is an earth journal (grounding in practices, tracking progress, change, movement), whereas my analog journals & sketchbooks are my water journals, made for blood.

• it recently occurred to me that the feeling of inner chaos will never go away, even if/after I get married, buy a house, have children, even if I do all the settled, domestic, cozy things that people do. this feels dismaying, terrifying, but maybe also… a relief?

• the first season of Labyrinth is ending. I’m still processing the beauty and tender, nourishing experience that it was, and will certainly write about it soon. the second season will start Feb 2026. you can drop your name here.

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thank you for reading.

wishing you solstice incubation time, and soft revelations of effortless clarity.

until soon,
🪼 kening

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🍃 podcast: botanical studies of internet magic

❄️ join the winter season of labyrinth library

🏔️ explore my courses: house on the webs | creative systems | sharing space camp

🪷 advising with me: liminal leap, and intensive sessions

🌔 otherworldly: a web alchemy studio

💧 send me a gift: water my world