September 12, 2021
The Weight of Gold
The trees do not ask for permission to change. They simply let go. There is a quiet violence in the way the...
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September 12, 2021
The Weight of Silence
I remember sitting in a small stone chapel in the hills outside of Siena, waiting for a storm to pass. The air...
September 11, 2021
The Architecture of Silence
When I was seven, my grandfather kept a collection of heavy, spiral shells on the mantle of his fireplace in Lagos. I...