Capella Do Sacramento Cloister by Benjamin MitchleyThe Echo of Stone
I often find myself wandering through the older districts of Lisbon, where the limestone walls seem to hold onto the heat of the day long after the sun has retreated behind the Tagus. There is a specific silence found in these stone corridors,…
The Weight of Walking Alone
It is 3:14 am. The silence in this room is heavy, the kind that presses against your chest until you have to acknowledge the things you usually bury under the noise of the sun. We spend our lives pretending that we are moving toward something…
Deserted in Desert by Meet KocharThe Weight of Silence
I keep a small, smooth stone in my pocket that I once picked up from a dry riverbed. It is heavy for its size, cool to the touch, and carries the memory of a place where water has not flowed for a very long time. We often think of emptiness…