She had already imagined it all, so much so that when she finally did see him, she felt unable to speak.
By the next time she saw him she had discovered, without much effort and without his knowing, his last name, then his entire work history, previous places of residence, former wife’s occupation and location, children’s names. She had seen photos of friends of them all. She had learned about his …
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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?’
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‘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.’
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‘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.’
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‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
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‘At the desk they said they encouraged guests not to walk, but she was determined’
‘Love is a concept about which I have long been very sceptical. I have seen the damage that can be done, and can be justified, in the name of love.’
Fiction by Kevin Brazil.
‘We figured some facts might quell the speculation. It was our duty as friends to put her mind at ease.’
Fiction by Nikki Shaner-Bradford.
‘Pop songs have the power to make me behave badly, and for the first time in my life I want to do the right thing’
