The Distance Between Us
A path winds. It does not ask to be followed. It simply is.
We walk through the world in pairs, yet we are always alone. The space between two people is a vast country. We measure it in steps. We measure it in the way the light fails,…
The Weight of the Incline
Cities are rarely built for the pedestrian, despite what the brochures claim. We design our streets for the flow of capital and the speed of transit, often forgetting that the city is, at its most fundamental level, a physical burden carried…
The Weight of Small Hands
I watched my neighbor’s son yesterday, struggling to carry a stack of mail that was clearly too heavy for his small arms. He kept dropping the envelopes, picking them up, and trying again with a look of such serious determination that I almost…