‘It could almost have been Neolithic, an ancient and mysterious earthworks.’
If you were minded to visit Airds Moss—and I wouldn’t discourage it because anywhere else and it would be in a tourist guide, and it’s interesting, if you’ve a taste for ambivalent places—you could turn off the lorry-laden A70 a few miles west of Powharnal opencast mine, and follow the B-r…
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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 liked the way she travelled: with her iPod in one pocket, her traditional Yup’ik woman’s knife, or ulu, in the other.’
‘It felt surprisingly good to be part of that rough tribe of the mortal.’
‘Restored nature would be a phantom of its former self. The experience would be akin to visiting a wildlife park.’
‘Think of mitosis as trillions of slightly near-sighted, plagiarizing students’
‘I am a writer who is shaped by everything that I have experienced and loved, including Haiti.’
