The Architecture of Silence
We walk past the small things. We are always looking for the horizon, for the grand gesture, for the story that demands to be heard. But the world is built on the quietest foundations. A single breath of cold air, a change in the wind, the…
The Weight of Silence
The smell of rain on hot pavement always brings me back to a specific kind of stillness. It is the scent of the earth exhaling after a long, feverish day. When I close my eyes, I can feel the cool dampness settling into the fabric of my clothes,…
For Another Day, for Another Life
Am I ridiculous? They call me a madman...I don’t resent that. Once they were all dear to me and I could join in their laughter, not at myself, but through affection for them. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they…