by Franziska Lamprecht

An Inventory of Losses – Judith Schalansky


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


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


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


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


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


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

Days by Moonlight – André Alexis


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


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?

Fox – Dubravka Ugrešić


The moment I looked at the frightened animal in the corner of a dirty cage, I knew that writers and storytellers were dangerous manipulators.

The Stolen Bicycle – Wu Ming-Yi


How amazing it is, I thought, while flipping through book after book after book after zine after book, that I am here with THE STOLEN BICYCLE in my backpack, that we are in 2018 and still use paper, ink, and energy to capture, print, and sell random people’s precious moments of the past.