The Salt on the Skin
The smell of low tide is not just the sea; it is the smell of things left behind. It is the sharp, metallic tang of wet rust and the thick, suffocating scent of kelp decaying in the sun. When I was a child, I would press my palms against the…
Paradise Awaits
Have you ever wondered where does the concept of paradise come from? Does it only belong to the religious scriptures, or did it come from an origin beyond human can logically explain? Whatever the source may be, it is and has always been the…
The Edge of Everything
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, but I ended up sitting on the floor for an hour instead. I found an old postcard tucked inside a book I haven't opened in years. It was just a picture of a cliffside, but it made me think…