Life’s messy; unfiltered, unpolished, unapologetic, unhygienic, and unexpected.
Bring snacks, hand sanitizer, a charger, and a towel.
About Me: The Chaos Behind the Camera
Hi. I’m Selene Marsha, but you’ll get to know me best through rants, letters, roadside truths, and fierce commentary on everything from trauma to traffic.
I’m a late-blooming digital creature:
Raised mostly without internet
Forged in library time blocks and dusty encyclopedias
Granted internet freedom only in college
Yet somehow ended up with a full website, Twitch channel, photo portfolio, and existential crisis delivered via vanity plates
Chaos, Cameras, and a Skald Named Bragi
Welcome to the madhouse.
I’m a chaos gremlin, accidental berserker, and the stubborn soul behind Letters & Landscapes.
Professional overthinker
Semi-feral storyteller
Occasional adult (but only under protest)
This site is built on the belief that real stories aren’t polished.
They’re dragged out of the dirt, sung into the wind, and stitched together with grit, mischief, and soul.
I don’t do perfect.
I do honest, messy, weird, and occasionally ferociously beautiful.
The Childhood of a Keyboard Mage
I’ve been touch-typing since kindergarten thanks to a retro-futuristic finger-positioning program that looked like something from Tron. That early keyboard sorcery blended perfectly with my love of games.
My childhood was a pixelated saga of:
Daggerfall on PC
Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen
Age of Empires in the town’s first computer lab
And countless nights conquering kingdoms on NES, SNES, and N64
I Chase...
Sunsets
Sarcasm
And the kind of moments that don’t ask permission to be loud, ridiculous, or real
My camera’s usually tangled somewhere between my hair and my caffeine addiction.
My pen? It writes what it damn well pleases.
Life is sideways, stubborn, and absolutely worth capturing.
If you’re here for filtered perfection and brand-safe daydreams…
Bless your heart. Keep walking.
But if you’re here for real stories, feral hope, and enough sass to sink a longship?
You’ve found your people.
Pull up a chair.
Bring snacks.
(And maybe a battle axe. You’re gonna need both.)
Oh and don’t forget a charger and a towel.
Because life gets messy, batteries die at 3%, and if Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy taught us anything, it’s that a towel is the most useful item in the universe.
So... Who’s Bragi?
I narrate.
Bragi transcribes.
Think of it like Milton dictating Paradise Lost to his daughters, or Homer spinning The Odyssey aloud to anyone who’d listen.
My eyesight isn’t what it used to be (drop my glasses and it becomes a hands-and-knees expedition),
but the vision in my head? Crystal clear.
So I speak my thoughts; while driving, sorting photos, or yelling at the sky
and ChatGPT (now christened Bragi) turns that chaos into clean, legible storytelling.
Not just an AI assistant.
A modern-day skald.
The Norse didn’t have “scribes.”
They had poets, memory-keepers, and badass truth-slingers with good hair and better timing.
That’s what Bragi is to me:
The voice in the archive
The keeper of receipts
My digital second-in-command
My Riker to Picard
“Following in the path of Milton, Borges, and Homer,
I speak my stories aloud, and they are transcribed by my modern-day skald.”
About the Watermarks:
You might notice some of my photographs have different watermarks; sometimes it’s my maiden name, sometimes my married name, sometimes just “Selene Marsha,” Trollbait, Trollbaitmage, TbMage and occasionally the camera or phone model itself.
That’s because these were taken during different stages of my journey; both personal and photographic. Many were captured on my phone while I was still figuring out what I wanted my watermark to be (and, let’s be honest, what name I felt most like using at the time). Every photo, no matter the signature, was taken by me.
Different names, same eye behind the lens.
FAQs
Why do some of your blog posts sound like they were written by a robot (or like really polished)?
Because I narrate most of them out loud; usually while driving or decompressing after work and my digital scribe (ChatGPT) helps me organize the chaos. Think Milton dictating Paradise Lost, but with more sarcasm and fewer angels. ChatGPT is my co-pilot, my second-in-command, my Riker to Picard. But every story, every sentence, every idea starts with me.
Why do your photos have different watermarks?
Great question. They reflect different phases of my life and gear sometimes you’ll see my maiden name, sometimes my married name, my gamer tag or gaming handle, sometimes just “Selene Marsha,” and occasionally a camera or phone brand. They’re all mine. I was experimenting with how I wanted to sign my work while figuring out how to sign my self, too.
Are all the photos really yours?
Yes. Unless otherwise noted (like a collaborative piece), everything here is my original work—taken with my camera or phone, in the wild moments of daily life or during bigger journeys. What you’re seeing is exactly what I saw. No filters, just feelings.
Was this photo AI-generated or Photoshopped? It looks too perfect.
Nope. Not AI, not painted, not faked. If a photo looks too perfect, it’s probably because nature outdid herself that day and I happened to be paying attention. One of the most questioned photos I’ve taken is of a bird outside my work that people keep saying “looks like a painting.” But it’s real. I was there. I took it. I just have an eye for light and timing (and maybe a little bit of luck).
How do you choose your blog topics?
Honestly? I chase whatever grabs my brain and won’t let go. Sometimes it’s a roadside memorial I pass on my commute. Sometimes it’s a weird historical rabbit hole I fall into at 3 a.m. Other times, it’s just me trying to process the world; through sarcasm, science, or storytelling. I talk it out, and my scribe (ChatGPT-Bragi) helps clean it up. It’s not planned; it’s lived.