‘She was living as herself, in herself, without ever thinking about what that meant.’
I went the other day to the loft of a friend’s house. It was amusing, how long he’d been storing my stuff. That was because he had a house, a carpeted halogen-lit house, because years ago he’d been virtuous and prudent. Even when the rest of us were busy floundering, doling out beer for rent m…
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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.
‘We all now exist as avatars, on shining tiles in these cubist landscapes’
Joanna Kavenna discusses her all-too-familiar surveillance dystopia, Zed.
‘She was so understanding, so interesting, such an intellectual. She was also a wristwatch, but this hardly mattered.’
‘We are real in an unreal reality, which we’re told is really real and that we’re actually unreal.’
An excerpt from ZED, the forthcoming novel by Joanna Kavenna, a Granta Best of Young British Novelist.
‘They slept curled together in a hammock, little scraps of fur, hearts beating madly.’ Joanna Kavenna on her pet rats, Kat Bjelland and Courtney Love.
‘In every word I saw a true untrue Gogol, and I felt joy.’
