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Read more: HomeI can go anywhere I want, just not home. The fifth track of Taylor Swift’s album folklore, “my tears ricochet”, features one of the most relatable lyrics I’ve ever heard. Even though I acknowledge that the context behind this phrase is completely different to the one I put when listening to it, it is still…
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Margaret, the Males aren’t Gazing: The Man in my Head Keeps Torturing Me
Read more: Margaret, the Males aren’t Gazing: The Man in my Head Keeps Torturing Me© Nicolas Regnier ‘Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is…
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Series of essays on art and laziness as a form of rebellion
Read more: Series of essays on art and laziness as a form of rebellionWabi sabi and the picturesque The classic Japanese concept of Wabi-sabi is the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, incomplete and broken. This concept is reflected in the west through the work of the William Gilpin. His writing responded to the grandfather of aesthetic-theory, Edmund Burke, who claimed that the key elements of beauty are smoothness…
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Flash Fiction Competition 2022 – Second Place: A Lake of Hidden Wonders
Read more: Flash Fiction Competition 2022 – Second Place: A Lake of Hidden Wondersby Noelani Luckas „There’s something in the water“, Ifna stated, crouching beside the dark lake that stretched out all the way to the horizon. From above, it was a bleak, black smudge in the landscape. Not that anyone actually dared to cross it, even from the sky. Ifna touched the black water with her fingertips,…
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Flash Fiction Competition 2022 – Third Place: Passport Profile
Read more: Flash Fiction Competition 2022 – Third Place: Passport Profileby Jeremy Bernard Our voices got lost in the mess but the text is all here so might as well read it. Dyed blonde hair coated the outer layer, golden splotches over silver rings nestled softly between fidgeting fingers, necklaces that glittered and clothes that shimmered, push up this, flatten that, fix yourself right here,…
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