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To take us to the sky, We study the celluloid film, The oscillograph paper enfolded in our hands, The numbers are reduced again. Reels of paper pool at our feet, It requires careful observation, All that we are is a computer of women. We weave the punch cards, Gentle copper threads dance around towers of circles, Dancing in, And out, Forming a structure of strength, Of memory, Of information. We were weavers and spinners, Delicate thread between index and thumb, This copper,

Castello Cavalcanti  (2013) is a seven-minute short film directed by Wes Anderson in production partnership with Prada. Jason Schwartzman stars as Jed Cavalcanti, a 1950s Formula One driver who is partaking in a race resulting in an implicitly fatal crash into a statue of Jesus in a small Italian village. What follows divides audiences and evokes questions about death, the afterlife, and fate. This short is a personal favourite of mine. I think it truly alters and encourages

On 21st February 2026, in the skinniest jeans I own, surrounded by heavily foundationed second-years dancing to Calvin Harris, I realised I, too, was gripped by the desire to return to simpler times. A disco ball wasn’t needed with the amount of highlighter I had swatched on my cheeks. 2016 was back. From the renaissance of Frutiger Aero – the futuristic design aesthetic prevalent in early 2000s tech – to the idealisation of drawn-on-finger moustaches and galaxy leggings, it

Sat in eerie silence, the kind that suspends, borrowing grief from the future. Reaching through with sticky hands, to steal something I can call mine.   In the same way, a sweet friend took the floor with him when he left. A souvenir for his struggles - will the feeling ever fade? The need to hold something close. To fold your palms tight,   to write it all down, in a language you understand. Does the book ache to return to the tree? It can no longer lend its knowledge to me.