The spider as an artist/ has never been employed — Emily Dickinson 1. The windows had accumulated such […]
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There is music playing now in the coffee shop, the drive-in, the casino halls with their hidden exits […]
‘The democratisation of the digital had, like so many revolutions before it, morphed into a new tyranny. Recorded […]
AngryWorkers are a collective based in the west London hinterland, getting minimum wage jobs in the larger warehouses […]
[Brexyt is icumen in song] Narrator: To begin at the Brexiting. It is Spring, sunless dawn in the […]
Define madness. The word recurs in our every day vernacular — careless, evocative but meaningless, an anodyne catch-all […]
The Latte Art Catastrophe is a dark comedy for decadent times. The opening episode looks aghast at the […]
My boyhood summer vacations began with a boat ride from a little port in Kazan. The trip would […]
Chateau Marmont—what are you? A different kind of cocktail. One of fantasy, of barely recalled, half-forgotten memories. You […]
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