The Geometry of Being
We often speak of cities as if they were living, breathing organisms, yet they are fundamentally exercises in geometry. From the first stone laid in a foundation to the final spire piercing the clouds, we are merely stacking blocks against…
The Weight of the Horizon
When I was seven, my grandfather sat me on the porch in Enugu and told me that the sun does not actually set; it only hides behind the things we are too small to see over. I spent the rest of that evening staring at the line where the earth…
The Weight of Stone
It is 3:15 am. The house is quiet enough to hear the floorboards settling, a slow, rhythmic groaning that sounds like a secret being kept. I am thinking about the things we build to outlast us. We pile stone upon stone, reaching for a sky that…