The Map of Our Years
How much of our history are we willing to carry on the surface of our skin? We often treat the body as a vessel that remains unchanged, a constant against the shifting tides of our circumstances. Yet, time is a patient sculptor, carving its…
Thai Fishing Boat by Leanne LindsayThe Rhythm of the Tides
There is a quiet dignity in things that have spent their lives working against the water. I think of the old wooden piers in Lisbon, where the salt air has bleached the timber into something resembling driftwood, and the boats that bob there,…
Childhood Resiliencen by Aakash GulzarThe Weight of the Pavement
I remember a boy in a dusty alleyway in Sarajevo who was playing with a ball made of tightly wound plastic bags. He didn't have a goal, or a team, or even a proper surface to run on, yet he moved with the kind of frantic, unburdened speed that…