The Echo of Stone
Can a structure ever truly be finished if it is constantly being rewritten by the light that touches it? We build with the intention of permanence, stacking stone upon stone to defy the erosion of the years, yet we forget that these walls are…
The Surface of Memory
Water is a mirror that does not lie, though it often forgets. We stand at the edge, looking down, expecting to find ourselves. Instead, we find a version of the world that is softer, more fluid, and entirely beyond our reach. To watch the surface…
Whispers in the Dark
I walked home late last night, the kind of night where the air feels thick and heavy with secrets. My neighborhood was quiet, save for the distant hum of a neighbor’s porch light flickering against the pavement. I stopped for a moment, just…