January 9, 2015
The Veins of Memory
We walk through the world as if it were a flat surface, ignoring the architecture beneath the skin. Every leaf is a...
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Reflections
January 8, 2015
The Weight of the Line
To wait is to practice a kind of disappearance. You sit by the water, the surface shifting like hammered tin, and you...
January 8, 2015
The Weight of Silence
Can a stone ever truly forget the hands that shaped it, or the history it was forced to witness? We often speak...
