‘The city is a sea that can swallow you at any time, a monster that can lash out without warning, a hell of variables and uncertainties.’
It is my first time back to Bar Beach, the most famous beach in Lagos, in almost twenty years. This was a place of weekend leisure for people of all classes when I was growing up, though my family did not visit it often, sometimes just once a year. It was also a place of violence, particularly durin…
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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.
‘I realize it is my fault: whenever I live in any country, everything turns wrong. I see it as a gift.’
‘The scrubbing of floors or rugs. People down on their knees, “tamping” the stain.’ Alex Hyde on the everyday gestures that make a life.
