The Weight of a Secret Smile
Dear stranger, I have been thinking about the way we hold our faces when we think no one is watching. We spend so much of our lives performing for the world, adjusting our expressions to fit the rooms we enter, but there is a specific kind…
The Weight of the Shore
There is a curious physics to the shoreline, a place where the solid earth finally admits defeat to the fluid. We go there to walk, to pace out our anxieties against the rhythmic retreat of the tide, as if the water might absorb the excess…
The Weight of the Quiet
When I was seven, my uncle took me to the edge of the quarry behind our village. It was a place where the earth had been carved open, revealing layers of stone that looked like the pages of a very old, very heavy book. I remember the silence…