My Wall and I

My Wall and I

Flames and Footfalls

On Trust, Silence, and the Unspoken Exit There is a kind of silence that doesn’t arrive all at once. It enters gradually, almost politely — the silence between one breath and the next, between a question and an answer that never comes. It doesn’t announce itself as silence at

My Wall and I

Fear, Trust, My Wall & I

It's 5 AM and I'm sitting alone in my room, looking out at the quiet city. The streetlights below are covered in a light mist, and a few lights are visible in the buildings across from me. Intermittently, a couple of dogs bark, maybe breaking the