Excerpts from Plague’s Embrace
She was shivering like a baby unwrapped in the wind, adrenaline and espresso in her sweat. I wasn’t allowed fear until later — one price of her devotion.
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Read MoreA cowboy walks into a bar. The bar is closed indefinitely. A cowboy stays home where they’re losing the feeling of having a body that is a body in…
Read Morewtf is that?
That sounds like a letter, a manifesto, a trail of lost academicism, a flirting, a tutorial, a performative writing, a conjuration.
Read More“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because…
Read MoreThe feeling of mud on Ivar’s feet was one of his favorites. When he was still a small child, the most thrilling sensation was the touch of water and earth on his thin skin.
Read MoreAye, aye! The gates of BURLUNGIS, our medieval universe and the landscape of our discursive program has closed. Surrounded by mist and mud, it all began as a stage for…
Read MoreWounds and orifices are ruptures, openings, portals – bodily zones where our porousness is made gapingly clear. Contents pour in and out of them, entering and exiting for a range…
Read MoreThey passed each other in silence. Silence was mandatory in the cold stone corridors of the House. What went on behind closed doors however, such as the heavy oak ones…
Read MoreText and Lettering by Fjóla Gautadóttir Header Image by Jonatan Bak Fjóla Gautadóttir is an Icelandic performer, sound designer, writer and DJ who lives and works in Berlin. She graduated from the…
Read MoreThe Malleus Maleficarum, while claiming to only “adduce actual facts and examples which have been found by us, or have been written by others,” shows evidence of collections of male reproductive organs kept captive by witches in boxes and birds’ nests.
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