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 constant. I always hated those… Read More »I Hate You, But I Hate You More Now That You’re Gone
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 identity is carved deep. In… Read More »The Barras: Where Innovation Greets Tradition
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 reminder that with beauty, not… Read More »I’m Scared The Walls Will Talk Because I Don’t Know What They’ll Say
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 time and touch us, with… Read More »The Intimate Written Word
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 the discipline of it; the… Read More »“Who Died For Us, Who Died For What?” Reflections on the Souvenirs of Struggle
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 do not need to take… Read More »What’s Yours is Mine: The Cost of Sentiment
Words: Savannah Meriwether (she/her) We all have those scents. The ones that sever any mind-body connection and fling our thoughts far into the past – into some distant place that… Read More »Intangible Memories
Words: Ethan McGrory (he/him) I could see all the way to that desolate upland from which I was spawned, so distant and unremarkable compared to the glamour and rush of… Read More »I Belong to Glasgow
Words: Ethan McGrory (he/him) These modern constructions do nothing in erasing the sores of subjugation or repairing what (in the Stones and in much else) has already been lost to… Read More »Provenance
Words: Savannah Meriwether (she/her) The arches will bridge together moment after moment until one day, I’ll look around me and realise I’ve constructed a life of memories that shine with… Read More »The Nostalgia Epidemic