Nothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.
Read MoreFor the first time in years, he decides to stop digging.
Read MoreToday Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
Read MoreWe are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
Read MoreI am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.
Read Morewhat it is to become a dream.
Read MoreThe mountains will bare themselves and our hands will receive.
Read MoreAs hard as I try to remember, from no part of my being can I summon a reason for me being here.
Read MoreGenerally speaking, I came out pretty well! Well, except my brain fell out of my head.
Read MoreOhm // ohm // ohm
Read MoreI am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
Read MoreTo glean your teeming brain // It needs harvest // Or will rot
Read MoreI am fascinated by a specific benefit AIs have for literature which, unlike in chess, is not harnessed enough.
Read MoreIt’s 5.30am. You and the rest of the inter-B’s netball team are huddled on a coach in the dark.
Read MoreWhat would the hill be but a dried steppe // On the falling back of an afternoon
Read MoreI often dream of Lutīyā the cosmic whale.
Read MoreMy beloved has gifted us this water of life / This ocean which has the power to create or destroy / Yet in it we blindly place our trust
Read MoreI find it in a soggy little cavity underneath footbridge.
Read More"I realised that in order to find time to think and a view of what felt like the whole world, I had to be uncomfortable."
Read MoreMicallef narrates his memoir like he’s playing a character on his comedy show.
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