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On the 28th of November, 2025, Freedom Mills will open its doors for the last time. From “a leaky shell with no running water, toilets or fire exits” (Freedom Mills, RA), to a cornerstone of Leeds’ underground music scene, Freedom Mills has been a beating heart for the city’s ravers and misfits. The space was the perfect, intimate size for promoters to build whatever auditory and visual world they imagined: from Club Cosmos every Sunday, a psychedelic, experimental trip, to s

On the 29 th of September, Trump, alongside Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu, announced his  20-point peace plan between Gaza and Israel. This marks the beginning of a ceasefire following the 2 years of conflict that has dominated the news.  However, it is important to note that 2 years may not cover the whole story. Palestine was originally occupied in WW1 by Britain. For those familiar with the work of the British  Empire, it may not come as a shock that this then led to a

While it was showing at LIFF (Leeds International Film Festival), I had the pleasure of watching Perla on the big screen, possibly for its last screening in cinemas in the UK. Alexandra Makarova’s second feature film Perla, is the Jury’s Choice in the Constellation category this year. Perla was certainly a surprise to me as I had heard virtually no buzz for it, neither before or even from other volunteers while I worked the festival. Nonetheless, I was just as won over as the

It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over (pub. 2024 by Fitzcarraldo Editions in the UK) is a slim, sparse book in brilliant Fitzcarraldo blue. To flip through it, you might notice quite a lot of empty space on the pages. Margins, pauses, generous spaces between certain paragraphs… Hey, I’m being charged £12.99 for this! But don’t worry, reader, we are still getting our money’s worth. The precise minimalism on display here – its unassuming size, a tight yet brilliantly intense sto

Artificial Intelligence is a seemingly unstoppable force. Sam Altman, the creator of ChatGPT, eagerly theorised on his personal blog  back in June about what lies ahead for AI, stating, “We are beyond the event horizon; the takeoff has started.” He goes on to envision a future where AI cures diseases, sends men to the moon, and creates a world where “wonders become routine”.  Meanwhile, Elon Musk has dismissed concerns  over the use of AI, boldly proclaiming that, “It will en

My mother once told me The sea has a way of attracting lost souls. It’s why there are cigarette butts between the sand. And the wind whips in wails, But when it carries me Away from the landlocked and lonely To a bed of brown tide. It feels a little more like being found. Words by Bea Butterworth, she/they

I used to read. I used to write plays, books, poems and articles. I used to run, I used to hike, I used to sit through marathons of meaningful films remaining undistracted. I used to be someone. Recently I’ve been thinking a lot more about Sylvia Plath’s ‘Fig tree analogy’ from her novel, ‘The Bell Jar.’ This describes the speaker sitting before a fig tree, with each fig holding a different future. As she takes longer and longer to choose which future, the figs begin to rot a

I’m awake by a jerk and very confused desperate for food and to fill this weakness I have felt since just eight the faintness that follows my journeys, conversations, forever marked by a stamp that is covered but always visible attached to signs impossible to ignore Big Bulky signs that map out my country strangers— an invite, to them, a promise of a box a promise of certainty a promise of explication. What on earth is attached to you? they’ll ask, those pryi