Creases in the Mountain City

This is a fable belonging to the mountain city: every crease conceals the trace of a tear not yet dried, every collapse makes room for new life, and those who have choked back tears amid the numbing spice will eventually learn to simmer the ingredients of their fiery lives into a warmth and bustle that will never die out, one they can call their own.

Mountain City’s Creases, dedicated to all the souls who stubbornly grow in the cracks of their era