The Weight of What Remains
There is a curious physics to the way we occupy space. We move through rooms, streets, and corridors, convinced that our presence is defined by the solid weight of our bodies, by the sound of our footsteps or the friction of our clothes against…
Mate Weavers House by Karthick SaravananThe Loom of Time
The thread pulls. It is a thin, insistent line. It connects the hand to the work, the work to the history, the history to the dust settling on the floor.
We think we are the ones who weave. We think we are the ones who decide the pattern.…
Majestic Mountains
Sometimes I wonder if there is more to it, more beyond; or maybe it is just this that I have now and have to conform with it. However, I really can get enough. I have to keep trying to reach the limit; but really! Is there a limit? I want to believe there isn't, that way I can keep trying and reaching for more and more, and be like the bird that flies high in the sky and travel the world.