The Weight of the Dust
There is a specific gravity to the arena, a place where the earth remembers every footfall and every shadow cast by the sun. We often speak of courage as a bright, singular flame, but perhaps it is more like the dust that rises when two forces…
The Architecture of Hunger
Hunger is a quiet root, digging deep into the soil of the day, searching for a sustenance that is more than bread. We spend our hours pruning the edges of our appetites, waiting for the sun to dip low enough to grant us permission to be human…
Realm of Fantasy
On a snowy day life stands still. We keep ourselves confined, as this creates another world around us; transports us to the realm of fantasy, or a world of surreal environment. If you think so, then look at this image by Tina Primozic. The snow,…