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Introduction

Rana Dasgupta

‘We cherish communion, exchange and intercourse, of course, but also distance, seclusion and defence. Talk of membranes, therefore, is never entirely literal.’

Tissue

Tishani Doshi

‘Even if you could walk through the corridors / of your body, you would not know which rooms / to enter, which were full of stone.’

Self

Tishani Doshi

‘We all want to be / monuments but can’t help shoving our fingers / in dirt.’

Learning to Sing

Lydia Davis

‘You discover during your very first lessons that the problem of singing better involves overcoming many other problems you had not ever imagined.’

Collective

Tishani Doshi

‘If you need proof you’re alive, regard the oar / in your hand.’

You Are Here, You Are Not a Ghost

Mark Doty

‘Does it make you a little ghostly yourself, when what’s gone is more present for you than what’s here?’

Nation

Tishani Doshi

‘Understand friend, the conscience is a delicate broth. / Sometimes it feels good to be bad.’

Diminishing Returns

Fatin Abbas

‘Alex had been sent to this remote district between north and south Sudan to update maps. It was an information-gathering project run by an American NGO based in the capital, Khartoum, nine hundred kilometers to the north.’

Species

Tishani Doshi

‘Will it be for them / as it was for us, impossible to imagine oceans where there are now / mountains?’

Click-Wrap

Ida Börjel

‘You know about my / emotional drinking, and my night walks and my / fragmented heart-to-heart conversations.’

All Species Have the Same Life

Emanuele Coccia

‘I have in me the vestiges of an endless series of living beings, all born of other living beings.’

Cosmos

Tishani Doshi

‘Remember when we were / young and the end was a black hole at the edge of forever, / a million light years away.’

The Pandemic, Our Common Story

Anna Badkhen

Anna Badkhen was researching Eden – the origins of humanity in the Afar Triangle of East Africa – when coronavirus broke out across the world.

Mudchute

Tom Betteridge

‘held at the curve of the eye / for a dream of shared life’