The Geometry of Summer
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, but I ended up just sitting on the floor, tracing the patterns on the spine of an old journal. It is funny how we spend so much of our lives looking for the big picture, the grand narrative,…
The Architecture of Roots
We are all grafted onto the lives of those who came before us, a long, tangled vine reaching toward the sun. To hold a hand is to acknowledge the sap that runs through both, the shared history of storms weathered and winters endured. We often…
The Ember and the Wind
History is rarely written in books; it is written in the friction of bodies moving together toward a singular, burning point. We often imagine change as a sudden thunderclap, a bolt from the blue that alters the landscape overnight. But look…