June 12, 2020
The Weight of What Remains
It is 3:14 am. The house has finally stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. This is when the...
Author: Light & Composition Team
June 10, 2020
The Weight of the Sky
I remember sitting on a porch in County Clare, watching the horizon turn the colour of a bruised plum. My grandfather didn’t...
June 9, 2020
The Weight of the Horizon
There is a specific silence that follows the closing of a door. It is not the silence of an empty room, but...
