The Weight of Small Things
I am wary of the way we use children in imagery. It feels like a shortcut, a way to bypass the intellect and go straight for the throat of our collective conscience. We are conditioned to look for innocence as a mirror for our own lost selves,…
The Weight of White
It is 3:14 am, and the silence in this room feels heavy, like snow that has fallen for days without stopping. There is a specific kind of quiet that comes when the world is buried. It is a stillness that pretends to be peace, but it is really…
The Back Scene by Jose Juniel Rivera-NegronThe Architecture of Passing
In the deep forest, the mycelial network functions as a silent, subterranean highway, connecting the roots of trees that never touch the light. Most of the energy in a woodland is not found in the towering canopy or the vibrant bloom, but in…