The Weight of Unseen Eyes
I was standing in the grocery store line this morning, fumbling with my wallet, when I felt a prickle on the back of my neck. I turned around, but there was no one looking at me—just a woman staring intently at her phone and a man reading…
The Weight of Memory
In the study of geology, we learn that the earth does not merely exist; it remembers. Every layer of sediment, every compressed vein of quartz, acts as a ledger for a time when the climate was different, when the rivers flowed in alternate…
The Weight of Distance
There is a peculiar silence that settles over high places, a thinness in the air that seems to strip away the unnecessary noise of our daily lives. We often think of travel as a movement from one point to another, a linear progression across…