Homemade Vanilla Ice-cream by Larisa SferleThe Architecture of a Memory
Why do we insist on capturing the things that are destined to vanish? There is a peculiar human impulse to freeze a moment of sweetness, as if by holding the image still, we might somehow arrest the inevitable thaw of time. We build our lives…
Flying Through the Water by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Gravity
I often think of the city as a heavy place, anchored by the stone of tenements and the relentless pull of the pavement beneath our shoes. We walk with our heads down, tethered to the earth, measuring our lives in the friction of soles against…
Envisioning by Sagar MakhechaThe Weight of Stillness
I was sitting on my porch this morning, watching a single leaf drift down from the oak tree. It didn't land where I expected. It hovered, caught in a small pocket of air, before settling into the grass with a quiet finality. It made me think…