Ancient Times Farming by Syed Asir Ha-Mim BrintoThe Weight of the Soil
It is 3:15 am, and the house is holding its breath. In the dark, I find myself thinking about the things we have outgrown but cannot quite let go of. We trade the slow, aching rhythm of the earth for the hum of machines, believing that speed…
The Rhythm of Transit
Public transit is the circulatory system of the city, yet we rarely acknowledge the social contract it demands. To wait for a tram is to participate in a temporary, silent collective. We stand in proximity to strangers, sharing a physical space…
The Weight of Waiting
I have always found the act of waiting to be a tedious, hollow sort of business. We stand on platforms or street corners, checking our watches, convinced that our time is being stolen by the machinery of the city. It is easy to view these moments…