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I have been walking this street the major part of my life. It is not remarkable, as places gain prominence by postcards or accolades. Its...
A young guy in suction-cup jeans and laced-up white high-tops stares at me, then glances down, then briefly looks ahead as if sending Morse Code....
Most people don’t move into a house they’ve never seen. If not a tour, then at least some photos, but I had neither. It was...
In a field overlooking the Thames estuary and the coastal plain close to where I live, is an inconspicuous cluster of small concrete structures and...
I had once coordinated counterterrorism operations in a place where bombs went off every other week. Today, I could not transport groceries. I’d spent twenty minutes...
I lay awake in bed under a 15-tog duvet and the crushing weight of loneliness. It was nearly 2 a.m. The street outside was as...
I was already halfway across the bridge when I realised I had forgotten lunch again. The Arno slid past beneath me, the colour of oversteeped...
Evan had hoped for a relaxing three-hour train ride on the scenic route from Aberystwyth to Birmingham. He knew he could not expect the same...
The road trip was meant to be fun. It was, for a while. Then the excitement faded, and all that was left was ourselves. Nothing...
On my very first visit to Café Bagatelle, clutching a beaten copy of Homage to Catalonia and a notebook in my right hand, the heavy...
Protesters lined the perimeter of the conference centre holding signs in Spanish: No queremos menos niños. Di no al control poblacional. We do not want...
Rainy season in Jakarta—the kind of downpour that soaks through your clothes, doubles their weight, and leaves you sweating before you’ve moved an inch. I...
It was towards the end of May. There had just been a sandstorm, and Dad’s car was covered in dust. He was washing it, and...
He’s full, but the Hunger remains. Always. The need to gorge, as sharp and primal as fear. A rampant desire that only the threat of...
Mahmoud Elmardi, a Sudanese visual artist and novelist, was born in 1988 in the historic city of Bahri, Khartoum—a region renowned for its rich cultural...
The first time she sees one, it is by the hidden creek, past the back field where they walk, looking for arrowheads. She is with...