Crows Again by Ilyas YilmazThe Language of Wings
A conversation happens without sound. Two bodies lean into the void, closing the distance that language usually fails to bridge. It is not a matter of what is said, but of the space occupied between two breaths. We spend our lives shouting…
Echoes in the Stone
It is 3:15 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we are so obsessed with leaving marks on things that were here long before us and will remain long after we are gone. We carve our names into trees,…
Bodhgaya Student by Ryszard WierzbickiThe Weight of a Uniform
I am wary of portraits that lean too heavily on the iconography of poverty. There is a tendency to look for a specific kind of nobility in the faces of children in difficult circumstances, a narrative we impose to make ourselves feel better…