Surviving Spirits
Manifesto
“We gather what’s been scattered.”
SurvivingSpirits is a quiet place for those who’ve seen too much and spoken too little.
Coffee. Smoke. Whiskey. Words. Come as you are. Stay as long as you need.
We are not here to fix you.
We are here to sit beside you.
This space is for unfinished thoughts, lingering smoke, and stories you never meant to tell.
Invitation
This is not a place for noise, or answers.
It’s a place for presence.
Light something. Pour something. Open a page.
Welcome in.
Drink to Remember. Or to Forget.
Whether it’s a cup of bitter coffee or a glass of something darker,
every drink here holds a story.
Sip slowly. Let the silence stretch.
This is not about thirst — it’s about memory.
Let Something Burn.
The world is loud. Lighting a cigarette won’t fix it.
But the pause between inhales? That’s yours.
Here, smoke isn’t rebellion — it’s reflection.
For Words That Don’t Shout.
These pages weren’t written to impress.
They were written to survive.
Essays, fragments, poems — for minds too full to speak.
Read what you need. Leave the rest.
BLOG
Not quite reviews. Not quite recommendations.
Just pairings — for when your heart needs a page, a drink, and a little smoke.
Guest Book:What They Left Behind
They came. They sat. They left something behind.
These aren’t reviews.
They’re moments — fragments of silence, left in ink.
“I thought I was just getting coffee.
Turns out I was giving myself permission to pause.”
— L.
“The playlist made me cry.
But so did the ashtray.”
— A.C.
“I came alone. I left with four pages in my notebook I didn’t expect to write.”
— N.
“The silence here is like a hug that doesn’t expect anything back.”
— Rami