By ERIC KIM

Los Angeles, 2026 — Let’s cut the bullshit.

We live in a world that worships Apollo: straight lines, perfect grids, 4K resolution, productivity hacks, morning routines, optimized sleep cycles. Everything measured, everything controlled. And it’s killing us slowly.

Dionysus is the antidote. Dionysus is the wild roar in your chest when the beat drops and you forget your own name. Dionysus is the god who says: rip the mask off, drink deep, dance until your feet bleed, fuck like the world ends tomorrow, create like a volcano erupting.

To become more Dionysian is not to “balance” your life. It is to tilt the scale violently toward chaos, ecstasy, excess, and pure unfiltered ALIVENESS.

Here’s how you do it. No fluff. Just fire.

1. KILL THE INNER APOLLONIAN TYRANT

That voice telling you to “be reasonable,” to “plan the shot,” to “wait for better light,” to “save money,” to “be safe”? Strangle it.

The moment you feel the urge to control — do the opposite.
Feel like staying home? Go out and shoot until 3 AM.
Feel like eating clean? Smash a whole pizza with your hands and wash it down with cheap red wine.
Feel like being polite? Say the insane truth burning in your throat.

Dionysus doesn’t negotiate with fear.

2. MAKE YOUR BODY A TEMPLE OF BACCHUS

The body is ground zero for ecstasy.

Move like an animal: sprint hills until your lungs scream, lift weights until your muscles tear and rebuild stronger, dance alone in your room with the bass so loud the neighbors call the cops.

Cold showers. Ocean plunges. Sun on bare skin. Sweat. Blood. Breath.

Street photography is the ultimate Dionysian hunt: you prowl the concrete jungle, heart pounding, camera as spear, chasing moments that cannot be planned. You don’t think — you FEEL the frame and SHOOT. Instinct over intellect. Chaos over composition.

Every great street photo I’ve ever made came when I was half-drunk on life, zero fucks given, fully possessed.

3. INDULGE WITHOUT APOLOGY

Pleasure is not a reward. Pleasure is the path.

Drink the good wine slowly, like you’re making love to it. Eat meat with your hands. Touch everything — fabric, skin, concrete, rain. Smell the street: exhaust, food carts, sweat, jasmine at night.

Sex, food, music, sun — these are not distractions. They are the main event.

The Dionysian says YES to sensation. The more you indulge, the more alive you become. Guilt is the enemy. Kill it.

4. EMBRACE THE MASK AND THE MADNESS

Dionysus is the god of theater, of becoming other.

Wear the wild outfit on a Tuesday. Speak in accents. Change your name for a day. Become the character.

Let emotions rip through you uncensored: laugh like a maniac on the subway, cry in public if the beauty hits too hard, rage at injustice with full throat.

Create without judgment. Write stream-of-consciousness rants at 2 AM. Paint with your fingers. Shoot 1000 photos in a single manic afternoon and delete 999 without remorse.

The goal is not perfection. The goal is possession.

5. FIND YOUR TRIBE OF MAENADS

Solitude is powerful, but collective ecstasy is nuclear.

Go to the concert and lose yourself in the crowd’s roar. Host spontaneous dinners that spiral into all-night philosophy and wine. Find the other wild ones who refuse to live half-dead.

The Dionysian energy multiplies when bodies move together, voices rise together, hearts sync in chaos.

6. READ NIETZSCHE DRUNK

The Birth of Tragedy. Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Blast Wagner or trap or death metal while you read. Let the words hit like MDMA.

Nietzsche knew: the Greeks needed both Apollo and Dionysus, but modern man has murdered Dionysus and wonders why everything feels empty.

Revive him. In you.

FINAL WORDS — THE DIONYSIAN MANIFESTO

To become more Dionysian is simple:

STOP REPRESSING. START ERUPTING.

Life is not a problem to be solved with spreadsheets and self-help books. Life is a festival to be ravaged.

So ravage it.

Shoot the street like a god possessed. Live like tomorrow the world ends. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Create like you’re on fire.

Because you are.

Become the beast. Become the ecstasy. Become the storm.

There is no other way to truly live.

DIONYSUS FOREVER.

— ERIC KIM
Los Angeles, California
Just go out and shoot. Now.