The elevator is narrow but deep as a dream, with a mirrored ceiling. Six-year-old Ricardo and his mother crowd into the last available space, pressed against an elegant white woman and her daughter, who’s twisting around like a rubber band toy and whining about going home.
Cravings are Eternal
Everyone in the world has at some point felt an insatiable desire for something or someone. Craving is a heightened state of longing, which always carries with it a sense of hopelessness, of the impossibility of fulfilment. The object of our longing can take many different forms. Perhaps we crave true love, or maybe just […]
What of Him?
I wish that you were here—I’ve settled my life
into this void filled to the brim with your absence.
And maybe the mystery lies in precisely
this fact—if the world sprung into existence,
it happened the moment you left.
In War’s Orbit
It was February. The roads around Kyiv were covered in thick snow, barely a hint of brown on the slush when more snow began to fall. The bag-eyed taxi driver and I crawled along in early morning traffic. Every now and again he wound down the window, spat, and continued his monologue. At first glance […]
That parts of the body be counted and fully and unremittingly checked on the appointed nights. That the arm, the shoulder, the neck, and all sundries be addressed by their secret names without recourse to speech. That the words of this proposition spend the night standing in the street like lampposts, as naked and stoical. […]
Did the Guns N’ Roses know the Hungarian mob? Who killed the Hungarian guitarist Tamás Barta? And do gangsters get homesick? Investigative journalist András Dezső retells the true connected stories of three Hungarian gangsters who defected from 1980s communist Hungary for the Los Angeles underworld.
Definitions become ever harder, especially in the realm of sensibility. So the distinctions between, say, desire, craving, lust, passion, and words like raunch on the one hand and romance, say, on the other are hard to compartmentalize. Where does one stop and the other begin? In law? In politics? In language? In urgency? In impact? […]
Imagine our ancestors, millennia ago, roaming the wilderness. Painting a cave, chipping a stone, gazing into the fire. What faith means to them we cannot know but undoubtedly: they did believe in something. In their ability to confront deadly beasts, to trust their fellow humans, to forge alliances… that they and their children might survive another day.
College Library Toilets Days pressed up against one another in catalogue like books on shelves, each cohort a spot of the foxing on grandad-whiff yellow paper. The stacks muffle whispering and amplify the silence. You lean on one elbow to read, relaxing after working out, flexing the spine of something. Every now and then your […]
there will be my mother’s church, my father’s too, my grandmother’s. i am christened in the first of these, the catholic one, where i must go for bible school and mass. but my father’s line is protestant, and my grandmother often derides my mother’s family as papist. and thus me too. grandmother does not like […]