The Weight of Time
The clock does not measure the day. It measures the distance between who we were and who we are becoming. We stand before the face of it, waiting for a signal, a shift in the gears, a permission to move forward. But the hands are indifferent.…
The Weight of a Second
If time is a river that never stops, why do we spend our lives trying to build dams against the current? We are obsessed with the idea of preservation, clutching at fleeting expressions and passing light as if we could anchor them to the earth.…
The Long Road Home
The body is a vessel that slowly forgets its own weight. We spend our youth trying to outrun the horizon, convinced that speed is the only measure of existence. But there is a different kind of movement, one that does not seek to arrive. It…