The Weight of Water
We walk through the world looking for ourselves in the surfaces we pass. A window, a polished stone, a pool of black water. We want to know if we are still there, if the shape we cast is as solid as we remember. But water is a fickle mirror.…
The Burning of the Cold
We fear the long night. We build fires to push back the edges of the dark, to convince ourselves that the frost is not permanent. There is a hunger in the flame, a desperate need to consume the stillness of winter. We gather in the heat, our…
The Mirror of Cold Metal
We build structures to house our memories, yet the walls often reflect only the sky we are trying to escape. There is a hardness to steel that refuses to soften, even when the light tries to bend it. We walk through these corridors, our own…