Stone Remains
The mountain does not hurry. It has seen the rain come and go for longer than the memory of any man. We look at the stone and we see permanence, but the stone is only waiting. It is shedding its skin, grain by grain, into the valley below.…
The World Below the Surface
I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to find my keys, only to realize they were sitting right in front of me on the kitchen counter. It is funny how we look past things that are right under our noses. We get so caught up in the rush of…
Neon Dreams of Tomorrow
I remember sitting on a plastic bench in a transit lounge in Kuala Lumpur, watching the clock tick toward three in the morning. The air was thick with the hum of vending machines and the quiet breathing of strangers slumped against their luggage.…