The Map of Our Years
Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the way we try to hide our history. We treat our skin like a secret, smoothing it over, pretending that the sun and the wind and the long, hard winters haven't left their marks. But look at how a tree…
The Weight of Fading
To look closely is to admit that everything is in the process of leaving. We admire the structure of a thing, the way it holds its shape against the wind, yet we ignore the slow surrender happening in the cells. There is a quiet violence in…
The Weight of Endurance
Seneca once remarked that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor. In our modern age, we often conflate the possession of things with the possession of a future, believing that our security is tied to…