The Blur of Being
I was walking home through the park this evening, and for a split second, I didn't recognize my own street. The rain had just stopped, and the streetlights were smearing across the wet pavement like wet ink on a page. Everything felt soft,…
The Memory of Stone
There is a quiet patience in stone that we, in our frantic, fleeting lives, have forgotten how to read. We build with paper and glass, things that tremble at the first sign of a storm, while the old masters understood that to build is to invite…
Kyiv at Night by Sergiy Kadulin
Night view of Kyiv taken from the 20th floor of my friend's house, which is located on the left bank of Dnieper river. The view is on the road intersection at Osokorki district (highway to Borispil airport) and panorama of the right bank of…