The Breath of Frost
The air tastes like iron and silence. It is a sharp, metallic sting at the back of the throat, the kind that arrives only when the world has held its breath for too long. I remember the sensation of wool against my chin, damp with the condensation…
Histories of Our Ancestors
Mankind has been around for thousands of years, or maybe even longer. What do we know of those years? Some histories were burnt with fire, some washed away, and some were broken into ruins. Looking at those retrograde walls that man built over…
The Tether of the Sky
There is a peculiar physics to the act of letting go. We spend our lives building anchors—heavy, iron-wrought things—to keep us tethered to the earth, to the familiar, to the ground beneath our feet. Yet, there is a quiet, persistent ache…