‘For Fataumata, and others like her, dying tragically is dying naturally.’
I’m thinking of a girl: the youngest daughter of the great-great-grandmother of my great-grandmother.
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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.
‘He stood, rubbing his arms. How long had he slept? Not knowing the time was one of the torments of Pentonville.’
‘A democracy, I said, is driven by the electoral process, and in elections there are victories and defeats.’
‘I lost my left ear from a bite. . .Through the thin slit that remains I can hear the sounds of the world.’
‘Europeans want a fictitious Latin America on to which they can project their own desires. They want a Latin America which satisfies a longing for political engagement that is not possible in their own countries.’
‘They spoke naturally - without any sense of guilt - and were intrigued and surprised that people had come from so far away, and that there was so much excitement, because of one little incident.’
‘To write this memoir, I’ve had to open old wounds and go back to them again and again.’
