(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Architecture of Seeds
We spend our lives peeling back layers, searching for a center that remains elusive. There is a quiet violence in the act of opening, a breaking of the skin to see what lies beneath. We expect order. We expect a logic that mirrors our own.…
The Weight of Water
Stone sinks. Wood rots. We build our lives on foundations that are never quite solid, hoping the ground will hold long enough for us to finish our stories. There is a particular ache in places that are slowly being reclaimed by the tide. It…
Face to Face by Shahnaz ParvinThe Weight of a Whisper
The air before a storm has a metallic tang, a sharp, electric prickle that settles against the back of the throat. It is the taste of anticipation, of two heavy things leaning toward one another before the release. I remember standing in a…