The Salt on the Skin
The air before a storm tastes of wet iron and crushed river reeds. It is a heavy, humid thickness that clings to the back of the throat, demanding you swallow the atmosphere whole. I remember the feeling of water against my palms—not the…
The Hum of Still Water
The air tonight tastes of damp pavement and the metallic tang of cooling iron. I remember standing on a bridge once, the kind that vibrates when a heavy vehicle passes, sending a shiver through the soles of my feet. There is a specific silence…
At 5 Km/H, by Mercedes NoriegaAt 5 Km/H by Mercedes Noriega
This photograph was taken at Mechita, a small and desolated town 80 km away from Buenos Aires city. It was a Sunday evening and no one was around these old wagons, which have been abandoned for almost 30 years now. Still, the km sign looked…