(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Architecture of Stillness
Seneca once remarked that we are often more frightened than hurt, and that we suffer more in imagination than in reality. He understood that the human mind is a restless architect, constantly building towers of anxiety out of shadows and future…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Hour of Soft Surrender
I often find myself leaning against the iron railings of the bridge near the old market, waiting for that specific, bruised violet hour when the city stops shouting. It is a quiet rebellion against the day’s frantic pace. In these moments,…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of Fallen Leaves
I keep a pressed maple leaf inside the pages of a dictionary I bought when I was twenty. It has turned the color of dried tobacco, brittle and thin as a moth’s wing, yet it still holds the shape of the tree it once belonged to. When I touch…