May you live in interesting times. So, apparently, that is not a Chinese curse. According to the good people over at Quote Investigor – yes, people actively investigate quotes, humans are like that – well, according to QI, a British man named Austen (of all names) who was part of the British diplomatic corps in […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya Writing Season has begun. Not that no one writes during the rest of the year, but there is something particularly… writerly about autumn. The mood is more melancholy, inviting thoughtfulness and introspection. Long walks before the actual cold sets in are commonplace, especially with the leaves blazing in warm colours, from scarlet […]Read Post ›
Time has become so relative by now, last year could be last century for all anyone knows. Or just last week. Telling anecdotes is an effort these days, because who knows when what happened, really? A week is 5 seconds and 30 years long. A day is the square root of frayed nerves and coffee. […]Read Post ›
What can one write these days? What can be said with words when everything changes before you even typed the first sentence? Where to start, where to begin? It’s all happening all at once, all the time, and there is no end in sight… But… Hasn’t everything always happened all at once? After all, […]Read Post ›
A Time and a Place The time is Now the place is Elsewhere as in, Not Here. It’s July Summer And here at VR we are taking a small break from it all To rest, recuperate, and prepare for the colder months because Winter is coming… But there is still time […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya It’s been a bit bleak lately, hasn’t it? Day 12 of the new decade and people are already exhausted. With the way things are going, everybody will be ready for bed by the end of the month. Silver linings seem to be in short supply at the moment… But: candles […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya A couple of weekends ago it was so hot, people started fighting in public pools. It suddenly made sense why the Montagues and Capulets lost their heads. The sun was merciless. Tempers ran high. A plague on both your houses. With such heat, it made sense that Ancient Rome apparently allowed […]Read Post ›
Writing. It’s such a personal thing. And yet, in a strange way, it is always public. You write to be read, even if the reader is only one person: you. • There you are, your notebook open, fingers poised. There you are, ready to harness what is going on inside to a comprehensible whole. And […]Read Post ›
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