Women's Lives by Shahnaz ParvinThe Weight of Clay
The hands remember what the mind forgets. We spend our lives gathering things—words, possessions, regrets—but the earth remains the only thing that truly holds a shape. To press fingers into wet clay is to acknowledge a debt. It is a slow,…
Disappearing Lighthouse by Nuno Alexandre
The coastline is disappearing a few meters each year, and what started with a small collection of houses and a lighthouse, only the lighthouse remains today, the rest of the constructions were either eaten by the sea, or demolished to keep the…
The Echo of Stone
The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the underside of things. It is a heavy, metallic scent, like cold iron pressed against the tongue. When I walk through a narrow passage, I feel the air change—it grows thick and still, pressing…