The Weight of Silence
I spent this morning trying to fix a broken latch on my back gate. It was a simple task, or so I thought, but the metal was stubborn and rusted shut. I ended up sitting on the grass for a long time, just staring at the hinge, feeling that strange,…
The Weight of Distance
We spend our lives looking for a place that does not demand anything of us. We imagine a horizon where the earth finally stops its restless shifting, where the air is thin enough to breathe without effort. It is a quiet hunger. We look at the…
The Weight of Memory
We keep things. Not because they are useful, but because they hold the shape of a time that has already slipped away. A heavy metal casing, a glass eye that once saw what we no longer can. We polish these surfaces, hoping to find a reflection…