Duncan McGillivray-Smith’s Game of Shadows
His mysterious narratives, arising out of common human activities, are inventive and uncanny, caused a sense of disquiet.
His mysterious narratives, arising out of common human activities, are inventive and uncanny, caused a sense of disquiet.
Workers and union leaders say wages have not kept up with the cost of living, condemning them to “in-work poverty.”
The Brooklyn collective A.I.R. loans out the devices under the tenet that “illness need not be the price of living in community or participating in the arts.”
The once and always profiteer of colonial looting is once again getting flak in the wake of the Louvre heists.
Here we are, living these lives bright and perishable as a poppy, hard and shimmering as obsidian. We know that they are entirely improbable, that we bless that bright improbability with each flash of gratitude for it all, that if we pay attention closely and generously enough
Every one of the pings, dings and clicks on this page gives me the hives. Run them in a quick sequence and I need to leave the room. They are our Pavlovian bells, designed to trigger us into action. At the bottom right is a button that says ‘stop all.’ That’s a useful idea. We