Sidling into my usual corner outside the local café, fumbling the shag from its pouch onto the rolling paper. Quickly…
Het uitgangspunt
Geschreven door Saskia Soelaksana
Ik leef mijn leven als dat van een hond
“Ik leef mijn leven als dat van een hond.” Hij zei het met zo veel overtuiging dat het even duurde…
Loving the enemies of the state
Loving the enemies of the state. Analyzing notions of citizenship in Antigone and Home Fire The literary genre of Greek…
New Theme // July/Aug // Topos
Topos made me cry. Topos is content, topos is form, and everything in between as long as it’s generic. Topos…
Around Me Roars the Deafening City
The supermarket is quiet tonight. I stand in the dairy aisle alone, listening to the soft and steady humming noise…
Progress
Poetry by Emma Jenkins You can find more of Emma and her poetry here
Antiparallel
“A busy life is a wasted life.” – Francis Crick “The world does not belong to the meek.” – James…
On Walking into Memorial Museums // Discomfort and the Limits of Identification
In July 2018, after having travelled through South Africa for two weeks, I concluded my trip with a visit to…
On Walking*
*This piece is written in an English/Western European context, the writer knows nothing of other countries and cultures. *This piece…
