Katie had always told us bedtime stories when we were younger, with good and bad fairies, mothers whose children had been taken by the fairies but were always restored, haunted houses, men who escaped from danger and got back to their families, stolen gold, unhappy rich people and their lonely child…
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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.
‘That was my first death. When the priest tossed the first three shovelfuls of clay on to the coffin, the clattering sound seemed to ring all over the hillside graveyard and my father's face moved sideways as if he had been struck.’
‘At school, the primroses were coming out. Brighton was eleven, and every day now there was something new emerging.’
A story by Georgina Parfitt.
‘Owing to lack of interest, tomorrow has been cancelled, you are now in the strawberry beds of the eternal present.’
Unpublished fiction by the late Derek Jarman.
‘The modern novel can’t sidestep or ignore the idea of evil on an industrial level’
