Walking through the story of the cleaved
I've always been fascinated by how things change once they become part of the cleaved, those pieces of our lives that were once whole but now exist in two distinct halves. It's one of those weird quirks of the English language that the word "cleave" is actually its own opposite. It can mean to stick to something like glue, or it can mean to split it wide open with an axe. That paradox is probably why the concept of the cleaved feels so heavy and meaningful to us. We're constantly balancing between holding things together and watching them fall apart. ...