The Three Hunters by Lise LeinoThe Weight of the Path
I am generally suspicious of the romanticized wanderer. We have a habit of projecting nobility onto anyone who moves through a landscape with a bit of grit, as if the mere act of traversing difficult terrain confers some ancient wisdom upon…
Dark and Light by Andrey ArayaThe Architecture of a Single Spark
In the deepest part of a winter night, when the house has finally settled into its own rhythmic creaking, there is a peculiar comfort in a single, unblinking light left on in the hallway. It does not illuminate the entire room; it does not…
Two in Sync by Francisco ChamacaThe Geometry of Passing Through
I usually find these urban voids tiresome. We are conditioned to see them as mere conduits, hollowed-out spaces designed to get us from one place of importance to another as quickly as possible. My first instinct was to dismiss this as just…