by Franziska Lamprecht

Nick Flynn

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The discomfort of a beetle on its back, swinging its legs is not the kind of discomfort I am looking for. My discomfort is more like writing on the edge of what’s known, and what’s been said, and what’s ok to say.

This Life – Quntos KunQuest

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Isn’t a life sentence without parole like a wrong word in a sentence that is impossible to correct, condemned to exist outside of grammar and syntax?

An Inventory of Losses – Judith Schalansky

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If there is evidence that everything lost, burnt, drowned and gone extinct can eventually be researched, rediscovered and recovered, don’t we lose the skill and courage to fight the unfathomably roaring monsters that gulp up part of our worlds?

The Theory of Flight – Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu

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When we want to base our shared reality with each other on facts, we also must allow, acknowledge, and cherish the existence of magic.

Ama Birch

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You can disappear in a variety of ways – you can just not be spoken about, you can not be seen, the media disappears people all the time.

Difficult Light – Tomás González

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I remember my intuitive reluctance to use the word “deadline,” when I learned the word in English, it sounded hostile when someone told me for the first time: “You need to meet this deadline.” To get killed, I wondered?

Lake Like a Mirror – Ho Sok Fong

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The business of dehumanizing people and pushing them off the part of the earth that can be shared with other humans, is mostly the pretty mundane.

Socialist Realism – Trisha Low

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Maybe this is, more than anything else, about a series of starting points. We have not started fighting yet.

Days by Moonlight – André Alexis

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There is humble humanity in the basic understanding that whatever humans do will trigger an “avalanche of meaning,” and that the task of being human might be to recognize and consider as many of the nuances and reasons as one can.

Savage Conversations – LeAnne Howe

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What kind of satisfaction comes with the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands, and what kind of pleasure comes with receiving such vengeance? Who has the need, the right, the duty, the perversity?