midnight cig mail club

midnight cig mail club — 2026 ✦

some nights, on the train, i can't help but glance at the strangers all around me. equally manufactured realities as colourful as mine, we live in worlds within worlds. i usually daydream during my commute to the studio and back, a daydream that begins with a will to be who i want to be, unrestrained from any oppressive rules, including the ones i've built for myself.

in a big hoodie still warm from the dryer, socks with sandals, and a lit cigarette pressed between my lips, i depart from my monastic cell to flee into nocturnal time. ordinary details on solar schedules suddenly turn mythic. wet asphalt streets, cicadas singing in chorus, a patch of trees swaying, shadows rippling like liquid. ordinary life and its terrifying objectivity of the modern world--the office, the streets, the rush hour traffic, the news, everything that overwhelms me, disappears. a strange cargo of secrets drives past me. fear? not quite. the night speaks in a primitive language.

i record these meandering thoughts after the studio, i drop off my belongings at home and leave with an analogue camera or an old school camcorder. these midnight walks serve as elegiac redemption. quite possibly, my happiest hours, when i feel guided by something higher than my knowing.

other nights, i let the feminine body record: eyes, ears, womb, skin surrendered to the infinite and tuned to mystery - the mother of all things. one moment my gaze is fixed on the moths orbiting a lamp, the next deeply embedded in riverie. i catch myself and look away. why was the laundromat open at this time? the machines keep running, but no one is inside.

liminal zone after liminal zone, i walk under the fog on cold winter nights, eventually making my way back home. i enter my whimsically lit room, artificial crows hanging from the ceiling, a whiff of orange and cinnamon from the diffused candle. i am pregnant with ideas and riddles posed as answers. they'll have to wait patiently for daylight to flood into the room, when i can give attention to preserving and integrating these moments into creation.

midnight cig mail club seals fragments of these forms into an envelope and sends them off to you, in lands near or far, where we remain connected under the same moon.

15 slots open for now
first series of curated items includes:
personalized letter reflecting on the month
4x6 postcard
sticker