‘In an hour or so, the bats will fly during a brief twilight. And then the tree frogs will begin to chirp in the dark ’
Outside, the sun is still hot. In an hour or so, the bats will fly during a brief twilight. And then the tree frogs will begin to chirp in the dark. The temperature will not fall significantly. Inside the bar, air-conditioning ensures that it is pleasantly cool, and the drinks are cold. There is no …
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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.
