<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Kettilen New]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kettilen New]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 15:46:47 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Self-betrayal]]></title><description><![CDATA[Choosing that was my disrespect towards myself.]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/self-betrayal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5d9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:06:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_51ba1ebdb8dd456a8eadac675d25943a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How to Exist?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Crying, dancing, tears, happiness. Fullness, anger, sadness. With all of this, I pierce the bubble of fetishization. I’m not that person who’s always smiling, and I don’t need to freeze myself in that image. How to exist? It’s an empirical process. It stretches over time. I like to observe—it’s curious. For me, it’s an investigation. A materiality that’s not quite tangible. It’s close. Of all the sensations: may they be full. Existence, baggage, emptiness. Strange. Why don’t I feel this...]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/how-to-exist</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5d5</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:02:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_1599663442574f8399a9026fb162b4ef~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Disdain]]></title><description><![CDATA[My ferocity is not without cause. Men are hanging by a thread from my disdain.]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/disdain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5da</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:00:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_37df6fe14b944963b0a84195b6dcccd1~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What resonates here finds its voice]]></title><description><![CDATA[Make the most of it, for today is Sunday]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/what-resonates-here-finds-its-voice</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5dd</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 05:53:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_720cc43f5ef2403a945af3bfcc17b66f~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Burned]]></title><description><![CDATA[Burnout, the excess of effort. From wanting. Excess of always accomplishing more. I Knew about the departure, about time, and then wanted to leave something built. A small, short legacy. Burnout. Trying. Trying a way to endure time. Wanting to stay while wanting to leave. Doing more,  all at the same time. And then sparks, sparks. They want it here, don't pay it there... I invented. So many. So many plates in play at the same time. Spark, attempt after attempt. It catches fire. It hurts. I'm...]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/i-burned</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5dc</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 05:52:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_ae098e6691654e518f44957f6b5c0460~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Limited]]></title><description><![CDATA[Impeded Materially. I turn around. I sink and write. Abstract I find another beginning. Something immaterial protects me And takes care Leading me forward. I never accepted being limited by my reality of origin. I want and I will. I will go beyond. I won’t know how to describe the End.]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/limited</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5d7</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 05:47:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_ebfefe57cf5849e5856969322dc96e1f~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Desire]]></title><description><![CDATA[My time, interest, presence, and desire are valuable on their own. They are the greatest gifts I have within me.]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/desire</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5d6</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 02:53:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_baf5d18aa2484d4dad2c4b34f9f43b17~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Little Feeling]]></title><description><![CDATA[I write. I am a writer. People tell me beautiful things. I’ve dealt with difficult stories. Why would this little feeling be enough for me? Maybe that’s it—it’s not enough. I’m not satisfied. I want to be celebrated because I also know I am a lot, even if I don’t always feel that way. I deserve to be treated as someone who matters, not just to be there. I’m not here to fulfill others’ needs, but I want to feel loved to be willing to do that. If I don’t feel wanted, there’s no willingness....]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/little-feeling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5de</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 02:53:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_2c29e068a2dd4a24b901c5e8a4cdc3e0~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Leaving]]></title><description><![CDATA[I know what it’s like to be loved, celebrated. It’s just that the path didn’t align. And so, I left.]]></description><link>https://www.monalisaontitanic.com/post/a-breath-of-life-clarice-lispector</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3b67ed5dc4474b7ff8a5db</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 02:51:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/32e8e6_451c3dd3af2847a28545e6904ca82853~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kettilen Lopes</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>