“Reading the book, one had the impression for a while that Morelli had hoped that the accumulation of […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
“Reading the book, one had the impression for a while that Morelli had hoped that the accumulation of […]
Where I come from, sex is something you have. That is, if you’re not ugly.* Where I come […]
The landscapes of Zhang Daqian (1899-1983) mesmerise and excite yet have an oddly soothing effect upon the mind. […]
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 […]
minor literature[s] 