‘American patience snapped, and Washington took matters into its own hands.’
I returned from a long reporting trip in late 2006 to find a letter waiting. It was handwritten, in a spidery script that sloped off the page. ‘I read with great interest your articles in the Guardian concerning Osama bin Laden and the “war” in the North West Frontier,’ it began. ‘I spent …
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘These days the tempest of Taliban violence ripping across the frontier has shaken Peshawar to its core.’
‘There’s this paradoxical nostalgia where even though yi suffered, yi miss it.’
Memoir by Graeme Armstrong.
‘In clothes, I met strangeness with strangeness. They dressed me with a kind of distanced power.’
Rosie Findlay on fashion and religion.
A conversation between Kamila Shamsie and Sunjeev Sahota.
