The Architecture of Hunger
Why do we feel such a profound sense of intimacy when we witness another person eating? To consume is perhaps the most honest act of being alive; it is the moment where the external world—the sun, the soil, the labor of the earth—is invited…
The Weight of the Mundane
I have always been suspicious of the way we romanticize the domestic. We take the things that sustain our survival—the rough skin of a bulb, the dust of a spice—and we try to turn them into art, as if the act of looking at them long enough…
Fishing for A Living by Karthick SaravananThe Weight of the Tide
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is heavy, cold, and carries the faint, metallic scent of a time when locks were sturdy and secrets were kept behind solid wood.…