Two Landmarks by Yasef Imroze IfazThe Weight of Anchors
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we spend our lives building things that are meant to stay put. We construct monuments of steel and stone, anchoring them to the earth as if we could…
The Weight of a Song
I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a park in Ljubljana, waiting for a bird I had only ever heard in recordings. An old man sat down beside me, his coat smelling of damp wool and tobacco. He didn't look at me, just stared into the canopy.…
The Weight of Passing Feet
I often wonder how the pavement feels about the thousands of soles that strike it every hour. In the heart of the city, we are all just rhythmic vibrations against the concrete, moving with a singular, hurried purpose. We walk with our eyes…