There are parts of our time together that I still remember, and I keep those like stones, in my pocket. Though they are pleasing and sparkly in certain kinds of light, they weigh me down. They rattle when I walk, make my takeoffs and landings heavy when I try to fly, and press painfully against my bones when someone else embraces me.
— heidi kalyani, 2017
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line