The Architecture of Sweetness
We spend our lives building walls against the things that undo us, constructing a sensible architecture of restraint. We learn to keep our hands folded, to look away from the glowing embers of desire, to treat our hungers as guests we must…
The Weight of Small Hands
We are born into the rhythm of labor, our hands learning the texture of the earth long before they learn the shape of a toy. There is a quiet geometry to the way we inherit the burdens of those who came before us—a folding of one life into…
On a Rainy Day, by Zain AbdullahOn a Rainy Day by Zain Abdullah
On one rainy day while waiting for a train I happened look down from the platform and noticed an interesting stripe of the zebra crossing which was newly painted. I took out my camera and waited for somebody to cross the road using the zebra…