Prozac made me cisgender, I
say to my therapist inside of her bright blue office-box, barely big enough to
hold all of these painful jokes and thoughts.
It’s August of ...
Art across the globe is being influenced more and more by technology; or is it that we are now catching up with those artists who have used technology in their ...
Khaled cranked the wheel to the left, sending the Land
Rover skidding in the powdery Saharan sand. Half-digested fish and bits of
flatbread rumbled in my stomach as nausea climbed ...
Eppur si muove
Of all the pictures of Isak Dinesen that I have seen, my favorite
is the one reproduced in the 1992 Modern Library edition of Out of ...
Ruminations on Literature and Alexandre Desplat’s chamber opera, En Silence
After having effectively introduced the French song “À la claire fontaine” in the Chinese setting of The Painted Veil, ...
“You must remember what you believed to be right when everything was good.”
Viktor E Frankl, Holocaust survivor and author of Man’s Search for Meaning ...
There was a very childish man who spent a summer with a woman, fell in love, and said goodbye when she left to teach English in South Korea.
It seems fitting that the current Louvre exhibition has surrounded the Renaissance man who saw himself as a scientist with all the latest in new technologies to commemorate the 500-year ...
Rachel Rossin is a multi-media and installation artist based in New York City
At the heart of the piece is Ebizie’s experience of a rare neurological condition that was barely recognised until 2014.
Since there’s no pastime like screen time, I decided to dive into my deep well of internet sedation to understand where the hours go.
Nothing is more infuriating to me when I ask for directions from point A to point B then to be instructed, “Head east.”
Forty-something emails are still marked unread because the dopamine hit comes from clicking them open, not replying.
My soft core, rose, again as a sweep of emotions turned and tumbled across—the faults, the cliffs, the shifts—parenthood’s ostensible end.
Text message strings are a lot like hotel rooms. They’re temporary, relatively easy to clean out, and progressively get more exasperating, smarmy, and damp the longer that they stay.
I think we need to hold a space for literature in the context of emerging forms of tech that rely on storytelling; the rise of visual media shouldn’t mean that ...
Though I was unaware of her passing, I awoke at that exact moment to the sound of restless wind rustling through my bedroom.
Italy’s race relations between white Italians and its African migrants and black Italians, while not stellar may not be as dire as race relations in America, but economic opportunities afforded ...
Dear Dr. Hanover, my Psychiatrist,
I wrote you an email just now that was most certainly a testament—proof!
Why?’ starts as an informal introduction to the theatre, with the actors claiming God created theatre on the seventh day.