The Architecture of Waiting
Winter has a way of erasing the edges of the world. When the sky descends in a white, frantic curtain, the familiar geometry of the street dissolves, and we are left with only the immediate radius of our own breath. There is a specific, hollow…
The Elasticity of Silence
There is a specific, rubbery resistance to the taste of a band stretched between teeth. It is a flavorless, synthetic tension that pulls at the jaw, a quiet rebellion against the stillness of a long afternoon. I remember the smell of damp earth…
Collective Joy
Sometimes I get sick of the city life. The ever growing concrete jungle, don't you too feel exhausted of its mechanical way of living, where life is faster than humanity, and no one has time for anyone? Look at the picture taken by Shahnaz Parvin…