





Courtesy: Antje Peters
Loosely based on Chantal Akerman’s 1977 gorgeous epistolary filmic essay News from Home, Elfie Tromp pens an ode to our hometown. Wandering the city streets of Rotterdam while sexting her…
fig 1: Sugar A gander through the candy store, or a swoop through the confectionary aisle doesn’t lie: sugar takes manifold forms. From powdered…
It’s three in the morning. The deep-pile hotel carpet presses into my cheek, and my satin top crackles with static when I turn over. I’ve finally discovered what is…
‘She spoke to me last Saturday. So I’m not just a hopeless case, like my mother always says. I don’t have to die all alone and unshaven in some sordid…