The Wallarah Jetty (Catherine Bay Jetty) by Leanne LindsayThe Architecture of Decay
Why do we find such profound comfort in things that are slowly returning to the earth? We build structures of wood and iron, convinced that our permanence is etched into the landscape, yet time is a patient sculptor that eventually claims everything…
Echoes in the Water
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals that I haven't touched in years. I found a pressed flower tucked between pages of a notebook from a trip I took when I was twenty. It felt strange to hold something…
The Weight of Being Seen
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we spend so much of our lives performing strength. We build these walls, these manes of pride, just to keep the world at a distance. We want to be untouchable.…