Water over More Water, by Oscar GarciaWater over More Water by Oscar Garcia
I was visiting one day a friend's house, his swimming pool was inviting, but not on that cold day, so I look forward for summer. I hope he invites me then! It looks like climate does not make water look different, these turquoise or aquamarine…
Painted Face, by Ryszard WierzbickiThe Geography of Skin
We are all born as blank slates, yet time is a patient cartographer. It draws lines across our brows and maps our histories onto our skin, turning the surface of the self into a landscape of memory. Sometimes, we choose to adorn that landscape,…
The Weight of a Flame
We carry the past like a stone in the pocket. It is heavy, yet we fear the day we might set it down. Memory is not a static thing; it is a fire that must be fed, or it dies in the cold. We light these small beacons against the encroaching dark,…