BYZANTINE-INSPIRED EARRINGS

JEWELRY BY JEANNE OZKAN

light that barely cuts through the black pitch is a lamp and the state-of-the-art security that has never been used hangs its head in a closed-eyes vigil.

I will shield your weather-burnt skin until it heals.

Something lives here, though the transient residents never meet it. Something that feels the need to cover windows with rugs, yet leave one screen open. It watches from corners and dust-forged windows. It makes tea and warms bones and waves to the bus as it goes. It is something that loves loss and hates gain.

Each exhale is a farewell, each heartbeat a reminder that it is time to leave.

There is a beauty in the place that marks your journey to nowhere. There is a comfort in its baby blue seats and warm cream walls. Its power has risen to break and fade blood-orange pillars. It withstands deterioration, makes dust its makeup and wind its breath. In its abandoned silence, there is a voice that tells you:

You are not the first, and you are not the last. There is a place for you.

ECO-BRUTALISM

PHOTOGRAPHY BY HAN MELLENBRUCH

Transition

PHOTOGRAPHY BY ALICIA HOCH