The Weight of Ancient Stone
The air at high altitude has a specific, metallic bite, like licking a cold iron spoon left out in the frost. It tastes of nothing and everything—a thin, sharp clarity that makes the lungs feel like they are expanding against a corset of…
The Light is On by Zahraa Al Hassani
Darkness doesn't stand a chance when we are capable to see this light is coming out from an edgy corner glowing on even a small space! This souvenir from Korea my brother brought me, it inspires me throughout my downs in life to follow light…
The Echo of Footsteps
I took a different route home this afternoon, mostly because I wanted to avoid the construction noise on my usual street. I ended up in a part of the city I rarely visit, where the buildings lean in close enough to almost touch, and the air…