Dance of the Jellyfish by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Being Weightless
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am trying to remember how it feels to be untethered. During the day, we are heavy with the gravity of our choices, our names, and the expectations that anchor us to the floor. We walk through…
Seeking Hope by Aman Raj SharmaThe Weight of the Tide
There is a particular silver-grey that settles over the mudflats when the mist refuses to lift, a heavy, muted light that makes the world feel as though it is holding its breath. In the north, we know this light as the precursor to a long,…
The Weight of a Moment
Why do we feel the need to preserve the fleeting, as if by capturing a fragment of the world we might somehow halt the inevitable decay of all things? We are creatures obsessed with the tangible, seeking to anchor our memories in the physical—a…