‘By the time I was nineteen I was in a spin: hyperactive with selfconsciousness, excitement, sadness and suddenly assumed–and ill-fitting–maturity’.
By the time I was nineteen I was in a spin: hyperactive with selfconsciousness, excitement, sadness and suddenly assumed–and ill-fitting–maturity. Within the passage of twelve months I’d left school, won a much-desired newspaper job, got my Catholic girlfriend pregnant, faced fierce parental o…
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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.
