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…
The Weight of the Tether
There is a quiet physics to the way we lead one another. We often imagine that to move through the world is an act of singular will, a solitary march toward a horizon of our own choosing. Yet, look at the way a hand rests upon a lead, or the…
The Map of Our Years
I was looking in the mirror this morning, trying to find a stray hair, when I noticed a new line near my eye. It wasn't there last month. I traced it with my finger, thinking about how we spend so much time trying to smooth things over, to…