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…
Tot m’n knieën, en niet verder
De buurjongen studeert fiscale economie en bedrijfskunde. De oplaadpaal van de Tesla van zijn vader, De Buurman, knippert ’s nachts…
One of Many: The Coming World Remember Me (Temporary) Memorial
It is the fourth of May as I am finally (re)writing this essay, two and a half years after the…
New Theme // May/June // Promenade
After high school, I moved to Paris for an internship. I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything, but I was…
Observaties in april
6 april. Luid en vragend gepiep van een pimpelmees op mijn balkon. Juveniel? Hoop nog steeds dat ze op den…
“Wild Nights”
“Wild Nights” Wild nights — Wild nights!Were I like EmsSlight difference wouldIt make!I’d judge the world’sinsanity And isolate in spite. Still…
