‘The city has defied many plans for its regeneration and its centre is a dispiriting mess’
The third week of November last year brought the first cold snap of the season. Across the North of England people woke to a white frost, followed by bright sunshine and clear blue skies. In Bradford, in north-west Yorkshire, where the overnight temperatures had dropped to minus five, Mario Buitrago…
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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.
‘Most family relationships are difficult, and sometimes they can become the most difficult human relationships of all.’
‘Photography always reveals truths about the relationship between the photographer and the person being photographed.’
‘Growing up is learning how to take a stance, before the camera and before the world.’
‘I tried to work out how many elements I would have plugged if I retired at sixty, and soon I was fatigued before a simple subtraction.’
Fiction by A. Jiang.
‘Hey, Nagaoka, wanna start a new cult with me?’
New fiction by Sayaka Murata, translated from the Japanese by Ginny Tapley Takemori.
