The Weight of Stone
We carve our names into the earth, hoping the stone will hold what we cannot. It is a quiet vanity. We believe that by marking the surface, we anchor ourselves to a time that has already forgotten us. The wind passes over these lines, smoothing…
The Weight of Silence
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals I haven't opened in years. I found a pressed flower tucked between pages of notes from a life I barely recognize anymore. It made me think about how we carry our…
The Weight of Silence
We are taught that to be seen is to be known. We spend our lives constructing a surface, a skin of gestures and words, hoping someone will look past the noise. But there is a different kind of presence. It is found in the stillness of a room…