The shoe’s sole hits the ground. A sound reverberates and the motion continues. The first step and the last step are indiscernible from the continuous flow of life. To step, to fall. To stand up, to walk. Concrete, marble, plaster. Rocks, dirt, moss. We walk through these surfaces without the thought that this step might be the last. We continue moving, unfazed by the ephemeral nature of our presence somewhere. To laugh, to be heard, we walk to our friends. To love, to be wanted, we walk towards those who are closest to us. To walk is to live. To walk is to love.

In the era of the Attention Economy, creating for yourself is the biggest act of rebellion

On losing my pandemic childhood to the cloud, and learning too late that our digital memories matter