Issue 124

Sonia Faleiro

Maria Chaudhuri

‘When my mother practises music, the world is her enemy.’

Issue 124

David Searcy

‘The coyote skull is on the table.’

Issue 124

Siddartha Mukherjee

‘The point of lucid death,’ he said, ‘is to retain the consciousness of dying, while blunting the agony of it.’

Lindsey Hilsum

‘In Rwanda today so much is unspoken or only whispered.’

Mikail Eldin

‘This winter and this forest will leave you with a shiver in your heart, which will appear whenever you see a winter forest, even in pictures.’

Gavin Francis

‘I came to the Himalayas not because of a dream of mountains or of animals, but because of a map.’

Lorna Gibb

‘There are two gardens in my memory. The first was hidden behind the rows of shabby council houses where I grew up.’

Wiam El-Tamami

‘It felt as though time would fall off a cliff on Sunday. We jokingly called it The End of the World.’

Issue 124

Robert Macfarlane

‘There are many ways to die underground.’

António Lobo Antunes

‘I’m doing my best to survive all this, but sometimes I feel so homesick that words simply empty of meaning.’

Issue 124

Teju Cole

‘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.’

Michael W. Clune

‘I discovered Hitler the summer I turned twelve. I found him in the centre of a map in a computer game called Beyond Castle Wolfenstein. I destroyed him with a bomb.’

Catherine Chung

‘The danger with chasing fantasies is that the reality is often so different than the imagination.’