Readings

Is it okay that he’s over here so often, hooking up my mum’s speakers and swirling his single malt Scotch? We all wonder, we never ask.

Whatever angle you look at it, one detail is incontrovertible: in the end, a man is going to be killed.

These art objects let me feel my own living form through the many shapes they had been pressed into.    

Social media is filled with documentation of human suffering. So why read a tragic novel?

The Making of a Femininomenon.

What else is it we would want from love, apart from love?

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