The Virtue of the Ordinary
Seneca once remarked that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor. We spend our lives in a state of perpetual hunger, looking past the immediate nourishment before us in search of some grander, more elusive…
The Weight of Seasons
To age is to gather the seasons within one’s own skin. We often mistake the passing of time for a loss, a slow thinning of the spirit, but there is a quiet density that arrives only after many winters have settled into the marrow. It is a…
The Geography of Belonging
We often mistake the periphery for the empty. When we look at landscapes that exist far from the dense, vertical grids of the metropolis, we tend to project a sense of stillness onto them, as if these places are merely waiting for the city…