September 26, 2013 The Weight of the Day There is a rhythm to the hands that work. It is not a fast rhythm, nor is it loud. It is the... Read Article →
September 26, 2013 The Architecture of Silence There is a specific weight to the air after the sun has retreated, a cooling of the world that seems to invite... Read Article →
September 26, 2013 The Weight of the Journey I missed my bus this morning because I was busy trying to untangle my headphones. It was a small, stupid thing, but... Read Article →