The Weight of Watching
I have been thinking about what it means to be a witness. We spend so much of our lives rushing past the things that are actually happening, our eyes skimming over the surface of the world as if it were a map we already know by heart. But there…
The Weight of the Path
I have always been suspicious of the way we try to tame the wild. We build walkways, platforms, and railings, convincing ourselves that we are engaging with nature while we are really just insulating ourselves from it. My first instinct was…
The Weight of a Mask
We learn early that the face is a wall. It is built to keep the cold out, or perhaps to keep the truth in. A child understands this better than most. They learn to arrange their features into a shape that the world finds acceptable, a shape…