Etcetera

We live in a world that is always counting. Steps, hours, dollars, likes. And without realizing it, we start counting ourselves too,...

A mirror never simply reflects. It is not passive glass but an archive, a witness to who we were, who we pretended to be, and who we...

Some things do more than exist — they remember. Pick up a library book, and notice how it doesn’t simply tell a story, it gathers them....

There are two clocks we live by. One hangs on the wall, precise and predictable, marking the minutes with a steady, unfeeling tick. The...

We all have a version of someday in our heads. Someday  I’ll travel more. Someday  I’ll start painting again. Someday  I’ll finally feel...