Do you really want to remember your dreams? I often wish to forget mine, probably because I sometimes remember them to the point that I get angry with people for what they did in them, or grow sad again over what happened as though it reoccured last night, or feel the bittersweet joy of having, for a moment, what enchanted me. Sometimes I think I have in fact replied to work emails or finally sent my clothes to

Russians could say: If you tie yourself to the tree, they will simply cut your down together with the tree. At this struggle, all means are good enough: if you cannot love your homeland as a human being, if the enemy pushes you out, love it like a plant – stay, resist; or love it like a beast – run, attack,

The book begins with one single verse of poetry on "Abdallāh - The Slain" (Abdallāh al Qateel), a poet who was killed by the last thing he saw: the columns of the castle as palm trees. The rest of the book is footnotes on each word in this verse, and on the works of this poet, who only exists on the margins of the arabic literary canon.

Indian stunt artists who hide their faces are paid more than those who show their faces, while Black women stunt artists are often cast for character types who don't even get a proper name in the script. Madhusree Dutta writes on hierarchy and exclusion in cinematic practices, with alternating chapters from the life stories of two female film students. Situated in a space between

A text by Iman Mersal inaugurating the "Howdunnit" series, part crime literature and part archival research, exploring how different modes of investigation converge and diverge.

A text by Merle Kröger inaugurating the "Howdunnit" series, part crime literature and part archival research, exploring how different modes of investigation converge and diverge.