The Weight of Unspoken Questions
There is a specific gravity to the gaze of a child who has not yet learned to perform for the world. We spend our adult lives curating the expressions we offer to strangers, building small, polite walls of muscle and habit around our true thoughts.…
The Weight of Falling
There is a moment before a thing touches the ground when it belongs to neither the branch nor the earth. It is a suspension. A brief, quiet defiance of the inevitable. We spend our lives measuring the distance between where we were and where…
Drawn Life, by Ali BerradaThe Geography of Patience
In the high desert, time does not move in a straight line. It behaves more like the shifting dunes, which are never truly still, yet never seem to go anywhere at all. I once read that the desert is a place where the earth has been stripped…