The Weight of the Seed
We are taught to look for the whole. The perfect circle, the finished thing, the symmetry that suggests order. But order is a fragile illusion we construct to keep the chaos of the winter at bay. There is more truth in the flaw. In the one…
The Grain of a Secret
The smell of salt-crusted wood always brings me back to the feeling of a splinter beneath my thumb. It is a sharp, sudden reminder that surfaces are not just boundaries; they are archives. When I press my palm against an old, sun-baked door,…
The Weight of the Unseen
Can a prayer exist if there is no one to hear it? We spend our lives casting our desires into the void, hoping that the silence will eventually offer a shape in return. There is a profound vulnerability in the act of surrender, a moment where…