Hearing, they say, is the first of the senses we develop in the womb. For a certain time, inside our mothers’ bodies, the entire universe is a soundscape, nothing else exists.


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‘Hearing, they say, is the first of the senses we develop in the womb.’
Hearing, they say, is the first of the senses we develop in the womb. For a certain time, inside our mothers’ bodies, the entire universe is a soundscape, nothing else exists.
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‘The slutty ingenuity of vegetables when it comes to desire and reproductive methods is a marvel.’
Rebecca May Johnson negotiates allotment culture.
‘Globalisation is incomplete: money can go anywhere, but laws cannot.’
Oliver Bullough on one of Britain’s most contested outposts: the British Virgin Islands.
‘You discover during your very first lessons that the problem of singing better involves overcoming many other problems you had not ever imagined.’
A new story from Lydia Davis.
‘She began to count; it was easier this way, counting, because she would not have to remember how she felt.’
An excerpt from Ukamaka Olisakwe’s Ogadinma.
‘Like any desert, I learn myself by what’s desired of me—
and I am demoned by those desires.’
From Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz.
Robyn Davidson was born in Queensland, Australia and now lives between London and India. Specializing in nomadic lifestyles, her works include Tracks, Desert Places, Traveling Light, The Picador Book of Journeys, and No Fixed Address. Her first piece for Granta was ‘Marrying Eddie’ in issue 70.
More about the author →‘By the end of our journey together we had signally failed to understand each other, yet an unlikely, even unprecedented connection had formed.’
’Shortly after its publication in 1980 I was surprised to learn that I had written a travel book’.
‘This makes more sense to me as a bodily practice: that desire to push one’s physical limits well beyond their natural bounds.’
‘I was trying simultaneously to numb the grief I felt and to burrow into that grief, so I could stand in it.’
‘I had somehow compartmentalised my mind: nature and my farm landscape stood either side of a deep chasm.’
Marc Weitzmann on how radicalisation happens in the digital age.
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