Once, Ina asked me for a photo and two words about myself. I want those words to offer a benefit, not just define me. After all, every moment is new, but I embrace life through different sensory experiences, and those are what matter.

I live through feelings and thoughts that transcend into feelings. The most invigorating feeling is when I am completely nude in the lap of nature. I can feel the current rising through my feet. Once, playing barefoot with a mixer, I felt the electricity pass through my body and realized I wanted that flow always. The only way was being naked in nature's embrace.

Try to find the strength to be naked in nature, even just once, alone. And if you see moss, hold your hands on it. You'll see the powerful waves that pass through your palms.

Sometimes I feel fear, envy, and anger, but the choice of how I respond to them defines me.

I choose to feel them as pure sensory experiences in my body—that is how I become free from them. I believe every emotion manifests physically; my task is simply to find and acknowledge where they reside. By doing this, I learn something new, and the next time, I can simply enjoy the fullness of all emotions.

I photograph the same thing a hundred times, but always choose the first shot. You can't capture the same feeling twice. So, I don't try to find that feeling; I accept that, like the first exposure, it's already gone.

I walk a lot, and when I listen to an audiobook, the part of the book is etched into my brain in correlation with the place. This association is so powerful that pacing by the same places gives you a different feeling from a new world and a page of the book. Now, the new districts and streets of Marash are the chapters of Castaneda's A Journey to Ixtlan for me.

I'm happy that I know how to lace shoes so they never untie. And when you pull your socks up, it feels like you are refreshed—the hair on your skin moves upward with the fabric, as if life starts anew.

I always ask people to let me try the coffee I make for them—because bad coffee is truly not worth drinking. Sometimes, they refuse, and when they just say, "Yeah, good coffee," the taste remains

a mystery to me. Their simple approval is not enough; I need to know the flavor for myself.

Our pink house is built around flavor. At the very center is Anahit’s kitchen—our "Medina," the center. I know now that everyone wakes up restless due to a brief chemical reaction. Just knowing this helps me wake up feeling lighter. And now my very first words are “I love myself” right after waking up.

I always drop a heart on Google Maps whenever my heart beats in a unique way, and I have a collection across Armenia.

I'm grateful to be born in this technologically rich period, fascinated by AI, but I found a way to completely turn off the horrible AI processing in iPhone photos, which makes them miraculous.

The photos you see were taken by Hrant Sahakyan (my profile), and the image inside the tent was shot by my daughter, Nane Kroyan, when I completed this exact text.

One important note - Let the light bulbs at home be yellow (e.g., 2700K) instead of blue, so it doesn't feel like a hospital; instead, it makes you feel warm in the evening. Moreover, you can buy RGB lights, and sometimes you can play with colors.