by Wisam Salsaa, Manager of the Walled Off Hotel, Bethlehem Growing up and living under military occupation is not something you ever get used to. I wake up each day wondering if there is water in the tap so I can wash my face or take a shower seeing how our water supply is controlled […]
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by Mark de Rond (EXPLICIT) Too much thinking made him feel delirious like about how come he was here at all when he had never been one to draw attention to himself and when by all accounts he had a mundane existence. His job hadn’t been more nor less exciting than that of anyone else
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by Sam (Samuele) Murtinu Year 3334. Artificial intelligence had total control of the planet. Consciousness, once an emergent property solely of biological life, had also emerged in digital, artificial life. Machines were not only capable of analysing, calculating, and processing vast amounts of data, but they had now become sentient. Machines could perceive what other
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(Somewhat Practical Advice from a Very Impractical Source) by Trish Ruebottom What you have here is not your typical apocalypse survival guide. Typical apocalypse survival guides promise to teach you to “grasp the essentials of wilderness survival… strategies to protect and provide for your loved ones… simple, effective food preservation techniques”, like the post-pandemic Ultimate
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by Joanna Latimer I report on an incident in which a companion species in a rural site in Crete creates a threshold through which I was not meant to pass, a threshold which comes into collision with the passage created by walking and thinking and “being alongside” otherness. Drawing on Haraway’s notion of “becoming-with” in
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A Spoken Word by Daniel Armanios “Write your member of Congress”, “Write your mayor”, “Write your state representative” Police in five countries have racially profiled me, even during my Honeymoon I am just glad when I was, it ended with words and not with wounds And not with writhing, And not with wrenching, And not
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by Megan Manley The lake is calm this evening. Sweet corn on the barbeque and cheeseburgers are the centrepiece of our patio table. It’s cool here at the cottage, a sign we will soon return to the city for our September routines. Grandma and Grandpa have come over for dinner. I don’t see them often.
by Nicole Helwig (The excerpts that follow are taken from a PLAY written as part of an autoethnographic process. The end result was my doctoral thesis entitled From Ballet Studio to Business School: Dancing in the Social Enterprise In-Betweens.) DRAMATIS PERSONAE The Child An observer who is keen to learn and understand. One who asks a
by Mark de Rond A third of a bottle of claret from Berry Bros on St James’, sour glasses and the farty pong of an Epoisses were what was left of the evening. Most had left by nine with their gift bags and mini prints. Red-papered walls, a pollard table, Georgian fireplace and Regency chandelier