August 17, 2018 The Blur of Passing We move through the world as if we are solid, as if our edges are defined and permanent. We believe we leave... Read Article →
August 16, 2018 Moment in Time by Jabbar Jamil I took this photo when I was coming back from a village and stopped by, in the outskirts of Sialkot City. I... Read Article →
August 16, 2018 The Weight of Passing I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened.... Read Article →