Echoes in the Stone
I spent this morning trying to organize the bookshelf in my hallway. It is a small, narrow space, and I found myself moving books back and forth, trying to find a rhythm that made sense. I kept thinking about how we build structures to hold…
The Weight of Small Things
We walk past the stone walls of history, eyes fixed on the horizon, waiting for something grand to reveal itself. We look for the monument, the empire, the heavy footprint of those who came before. But the stone is cold. It does not breathe.…
I Never Want to Understand
Someone is ally and someone is opponent, I never understood this sentence, never understood that where the problem lies being just brothers. A mistake is a mistake. Why don’t we just leave the “MIS” part alone and “TAKE” the other…