If I Could Live That Life Again
I was looking at this photograph and the memories came flooding back. For quite some time, I was lost in time. Time…if only someone could hold it for me; not only time, but my times, my friends. Memories and places, those kids I grew up with,…
The Architecture of Attention
There is a particular kind of stillness that belongs only to the sentry. It is not the quiet of sleep, but a coiled, vibrant alertness—a readiness to translate the wind’s slightest tremor into meaning. We spend so much of our lives blurred…
On a Rainy Day, by Zain AbdullahThe Geometry of Waiting
We spend so much of our lives in the margins of movement, standing on platforms while the world rushes toward its own destination. There is a specific kind of silence that settles when the sky turns heavy, a gray velvet that muffles the noise…