The Tether of Shadows
We are all walking silhouettes, tethered to the earth by the weight of our own histories. There is a quiet geometry to the way we move through the world, a choreography of small hands held in larger ones, of steady paws pacing the rhythm of…
Where the Wild Things Rest
Why do we feel the need to leave a mark upon the wilderness before we can truly belong to it? We walk through ancient forests, past trees that have witnessed centuries of silence, yet we carry our own furniture with us. We build seats of wood…
Framing the Rush
I stood on the subway platform this morning, watching the blur of faces as the train pulled in. Everyone seemed to be looking at their phones, their feet, or the dark tunnel walls, completely ignoring the world right in front of them. It made…