Brother and Sister at the Window by Zain Abdullah
Whenever I go back to my hometown in Jerteh, a small town in the state of Terengganu, Malaysia I will never forget to capture whatever that catches my fancy especially a scene that I can no longer find in the city where I now live. I was attracted…
The Weight of a Spark
We spend our lives trying to name things. We label the stone, the tree, the shadow. We think that by giving a thing a name, we have mastered it. But there are moments when the light hits a surface and the name falls away. The object remains,…
The Architecture of Echoes
In the physics of sound, a corridor is never merely a passage. It is a resonator. It holds the vibration of footsteps long after the walker has reached the door, and it keeps the secrets of whispered conversations tucked into the grain of its…