through lines
The city gives us what we need: corners that let us turn away, walls that steady us, rhythms that carry us forward. And we fill it with our own meaning—turning the sidewalk into a way through, the doorway into a place where we can stop and pick up something we'd forgotten.
Exit Wound
Walk Away, Renee
Red Pill
Fleeting
Last Light
What Wasn't Said
Scouting
Refraction
Nearly Gone