Taken for Granted Sights by Swati IyerThe Ghost of the Familiar
Why do we assume that the things we see every day are truly seen? We walk through our own lives as if we are reading a book we have already memorized, our eyes skimming over the surface of the world without ever touching the ink. We treat the…
La Farella Walkway by Sonia Olmos de CastroThe Path Left Behind
I walked down to the local pier this morning, long before the rest of the town had shaken off its sleep. The wood beneath my boots was still damp from the overnight mist, and for a few minutes, I was the only person in the world. It is strange…
Homemade Vanilla Ice-cream by Larisa SferleThe Sweetness of Slow Time
My grandmother kept a heavy, cast-iron churn in the corner of her pantry in Arad. It was a relic of a time when sweetness wasn't something you grabbed from a freezer aisle, but something you earned through patience and the rhythmic turning…