James Craig -150 Years by Leanne LindsayGhosts of the Salt Water
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am thinking about how we try to anchor things that were never meant to stay. We build structures of wood and iron, we name them, we paint them, and we pretend they are immune to the slow,…
Street people in Prague by Mirka KrivankovaThe Weight of Passing
We walk through cities built by ghosts. The stone beneath our feet remembers the pressure of boots that have long since turned to dust. There is a rhythm to a crowd, a collective pulse that beats without a heart. We move in lines, crossing…
Blossoms and Bites by Anastasia MarkusThe Orchard as Sanctuary
We often view the city as a rigid grid of concrete and commerce, a place where every square inch is accounted for by zoning laws and property lines. Yet, there is a persistent, quiet resistance found in the pockets of green that survive the…