
No Future, No culture: BrewDog as a commodified souvenir of Punk.
Words by: Beatrice Hon-Jacobs (She/her) In the hellscape of late-stage capitalism, where any critique or rebellion is absorbed, neatly packaged, and sold back to you,

Words by: Beatrice Hon-Jacobs (She/her) In the hellscape of late-stage capitalism, where any critique or rebellion is absorbed, neatly packaged, and sold back to you,

Words: Anaїs Silva (she/her) every time I hear this story, I remember being little and walking around that village with my mum and seeing her

Words by: Tom Cran (he/him) Despite it being a one-man army in the kitchen, everyone still fills up the cramped space, chatter of offering to

Words: Alice McCloskey (she/her) I cling to my moments of hate; they’re a reminder of the forgiveness of a love that was once close, once

Words by: Sarah McCready (she/her) I also cannot imagine anywhere else I may find a gorilla mask sold with such a welcoming smile. The Barras

Words by: Gemma Sawyer (she/her) Reckoning with the past does not have to detract from a building’s fleeting external beauty, but it serves as a

Words: Deepanjana Biswas (she/her) Memories of love and the remains of mortality heap into the sensibilities of this soil, creating a composition which can never

Words: Maya Price (she/her) A planet riddled with injustice doesn’t have to be how others find us. From footprints and fossils, to the genetic lineage

Words: Urvi Goyal (she/her) Cultural landmarks should be treasured, not treated as disposable goods allowed to survive only in photographs or memory; mementos of a

Words: Stella Small (she/her) These souvenirs – the annotations, the essay collections, the spines facing outwards – all become proof not of the experience, but

Tess Hardy (she/her) the memory of holding a stranger’s arm, or being offered bags and bags of crisps was enough. That day gave birth to

Words: Alice McCloskey (she/her) The lilies you gave me are rotting softly on my windowsill.As the light outside grows brighter,it ushers in the quiet whispering

Words: Julieta Garzón Campos (she/her) For GloriaTime envelops you like silk. There is silence, beneath the laughter. There is uncertainty as I tighten my fist.

Words: Anwen Beck (she/her) You, at your most vulnerable, are told that you can raise the dead and bring back what you lost – what

Words: Freya Wood (she/her) Walking through Glasgow today, science rarely announces itself loudly. Instead, it appears quietly, woven into the city’s landscape: a statue standing

Words: Niamh Gill (she/her) Through remembrance and celebration of queer craft, love is granted to archival fragments and writings. The spirit of lovers can eclipse

Words: Stella Small (she/her) Feminism is not the keepsake of a moment we no longer inhabit…It is easier to inherit the aesthetic of struggle than

Words: Emma Herrod Bason (she/her) And without me, what I have accumulated will return to the miscellaneous, only now they shall be misplaced. Perhaps, we