“We have become accustomed to an impoverished planet.” This… is a *sobering* read. Attenborough’s thesis is that the planet’s stability and sustainability rely solely on its biodiversity, which we as a species have utterly decimated in the last century alone with ramifications that become more and more urgent with every passing second. One need only …
“Saying the words made me feel like I’d been released from the dark pit of my imagination, allowed for a moment to stretch and scream.” “Did I choose for my heart to beat or my lungs to demand air?” I utterly inhaled this exquisitely-crafted memoir over the course of several long walks by the loch …
“Reading this at the age of 13, I understood that fantasy, the place I was looking for, is not to be found in dragons, ghosts, or magic wands. It resides in language. Fantasy is death by owls. It’s mourning through gesture. It’s music, incantation in half-light. An inverted heart.” — An excerpt from one of my …
“This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager,” were words that quite literally defined my childhood. The most stable period of said hood occurred towards the end of primary school when established morning ritual was an episode of Voyager before school at the breakfast table, the opening credits serving as the theme tune of …
