The Geometry of the Gaze
When a predator stalks through tall grass, it does not look at the blades; it looks through them, its focus narrowing until the entire world outside its target dissolves into a blur of green. This is the economy of the hunt—a total alignment…
The Velocity of Absence
The city is a machine of ghosts. We walk through intersections, leaving behind the heat of our own passing. A blur of motion. A sudden stillness where a heartbeat used to be.
We are always arriving or departing. Never quite here. We…
The Distance Between Two
We are born into the habit of reaching. We extend a hand, a word, a glance, hoping to bridge the space that exists between one skin and another. Most of the time, the space remains. It is a cold, indifferent gap that no amount of proximity…