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.…
The Weight We Carry
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose shelf in my kitchen. It was a small, annoying task that I had been putting off for weeks. As I held the heavy wood in place, waiting for the glue to set, my arms started to shake. It was such a simple…
Resilience in Monochrome by Fawwaz LabibThe Weight of the Pavement
There is a rhythm to the city that exists only in the soles of one’s shoes. I think of the cobblestones near the old market, worn smooth by the relentless friction of people moving toward their own versions of survival. We often mistake the…