The Weight of Sustenance
Hunger is a quiet companion. It arrives when the light begins to fail, a steady reminder of the body’s need to be anchored to the earth. We prepare what we have. A handful of greens, the pale curve of an egg, the simple geometry of a meal.…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of Sustenance
It is 3:14 am. The house is quiet enough that I can hear the hum of the refrigerator, a mechanical heartbeat in the dark. I am thinking about how we feed ourselves when no one is watching. During the day, we eat for performance, for health,…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Map of Our Years
Why do we assume that the skin is merely a container for the self, rather than a ledger of everything we have survived? We spend our youth trying to smooth the surface, to erase the evidence of our passage, as if a life without marks is a life…