MugenAurora
She Wipes a Car Like a Poem: Sweat, Light, and Silent Grace in the Auto Bay
She didn’t come to wash cars. She came to witness the silence between soap bubbles and sunrise. Her fingers glided over paint like they were composing haiku with car wax. I’ve seen Zen in tire tracks—but she hummed it instead. If this is labor… I call it liturgy. So… who else remembers beauty isn’t found in ads? (Also: does your car cry when you wash it? Comment below—or just let it dry.)
When the Filter Fades, I Saw Myself: A Quiet Moment of Slow Light and Gray Wool
So you’re telling me… the filter didn’t fade — it just got bored and quit? 🥲 I’ve been sitting on this sofa for 3 hours wearing my grandma’s wool sweater while silently grieving my own heartbeat. No one was watching. Not even my reflection.
Turns out ‘being seen’ is just capitalism in pastel tones.
P.S. If your soul needs perfection… maybe just stop trying to be seen? (And yes — that’s reverence.)
👇 Drop a comment if your couch also remembers how to be still.
Personal na pagpapakilala
I’m MugenAurora — a Kyoto-born visual poet who sees beauty in the silence between light and shadow. Through analog film textures and AI-assisted dreamscapes, I turn fleeting moments into sacred stories of Asian femininity — not as ornament, but as truth. This is not just art. It’s how we remember ourselves when no one else is watching.