Excerpts from my journal when I lived in Ukraine.
An essay by Kent Kosack exploring this moment and Dorthe Nors’s short story collection Wild Swims.
In his last year of treating patients, my father, a 78-year-old pediatric infectious disease doctor, found a toilet […]
The secret language of customs and superstitions surrounding funeral processions has always fascinated me. In some parts of […]
The day of the Lord cometh like a thief in the night. 1 Thess. 5:2 My flat in […]
I approach you to discuss the capital of France with malice in my eyes. Not that you’d have […]
The Cheap-Eaters (Die Billigesser in the original German), was written in 1978 and 1979 and published in 1980. […]
I stockpiled a collection of songs and bands I frequently found myself worshipping while devising, and sometimes writing, […]
It’s disconcerting, to see your life pathologised on Wikipedia. For over a decade of my life, I’ve been […]
Jason Diakité grew up between worlds—part Swedish, American, black, white, Cherokee, Slovakian, and German, riding a delicate cultural […]