April 11, 2013
The Threshold of Nowhere
We spend our lives obsessed with the function of things. A chair is for sitting; a window is for looking; a door...
Author: Light & Composition Team
April 11, 2013
The Salt of Collective Breath
The air in a crowd has a specific weight, a thickness that clings to the back of the throat like the metallic...
April 11, 2013
Salt on the Tongue
The air at dawn has a specific, gritty texture. It tastes of brine and damp wood, a sharp, metallic tang that clings...