On the Quiet Refusal of the Bread Basket A Thought Beginning in Silence There exists a moment, small and almost invisible, when the bread basket arrives at the table. It comes without announcement, placed there by a hand that has performed this gesture countless times before. The basket itself is often woven, sometimes lined with […]

The Gentle Infinity: On Tracing Figure Eights With the Eyes A Practice Borrowed From Silence In the quiet corners of our days, when the world presses close with its demands and its noise, there exists a small gesture, almost forgotten, that returns us to ourselves: the tracing of figure eights with the eyes. This is […]