The Architecture of Silence
Night is not merely the absence of the sun; it is a heavy, velvet curtain drawn across the shoulders of the world. When the clamor of the day dissolves, the earth exhales. There is a particular kind of stillness that settles in the hollows…
The Grit of Survival
The taste of slate is metallic, a dry, chalky film that coats the back of the throat when the wind kicks up. I remember the feeling of loose shale under my palms—the way it shifts, a thousand tiny teeth biting into the skin, refusing to hold…
Drawn Life, by Ali BerradaThe Greater Perspective of Life
I would not go so far to call a person ungrateful for not appreciating the difficulties they encounter. However, it is those very difficulties that let us, choose, to become people of character and wisdom. It is not certain. Trials and tribulations…