Peshawar is a mess. And last winter—the winter before September 11 became a significant date,...
Peshawar is a mess. And last winter—the winter before September 11 became a significant date, before the word ‘Taliban’ became part of the ordinary American vocabulary, when Osama Bin Laden, once resident in the city, was still merely infamous—it seemed at its worst. The smog above the city …
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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.
‘It is India’s turn to undergo social traumas that other countries have suffered in their pursuit of wealth and power.’
‘I was unfortunate to know a Christianity so tainted by colonialism and racial distrust.’
‘Bollywood is part of what our culture has become. We are lying to ourselves all the time.’
‘Patterns in my love life, things I read, my dreams and distant memories together wove plush carpets of significance.’
An essay by Thom Sliwowski on chicken, abstinence and polyamory.
‘My instinct often is to swerve, to try to commit to some kind of reversal on received logics and see how far I can go with it.’
Rachel Kushner on the mystery of prehistory and the true depth of a cave.
‘To be born is to be born into a circuit of permissions and prohibitions, which constitutes the discourse (in the widest sense) of that particular culture’.
