Keeping Tabs
I’m not looking at every fabric on the internet. I’m not looking at every news story either.
Gwyneth Findlay is an editor living in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, where she mentally and physically collects world maps. She graduated from Calvin in 2018 with a degree in writing and minors in French and gender studies.
Who Harris Would Have Failed
Harris promised the status quo. For the past 399 days, the status quo in Gaza has been brutality.
Does This Not Haunt You?
I struggle to write in terms that will be received by a general audience as measured, considerate, thoughtful, because for the past year Palestinian suffering has been irrational, malicious, unthinkable.
Haar Comfort
The haar has marched in from the sea as long as anyone can remember, a thick curtain falling over the land.
Texts I Sent While Reading Little Rot
Something is wrong, but fixable. Surely these characters won’t break it further at every turn.
Dear Graduates of 2024
You know you are citizens of a world where justice is not prevailing.
Six Actions for Palestine
The BDS Movement urges us to remember: how you spend your money matters.
Injustice Ablaze
In his last words, Bushnell asserted that his “extreme” final act was less than the extreme violence Israel has wrought against Palestine.
Responsive Call to a Free Palestine
Leader: From the river to the sea,
People: Palestine will be free!
Ten Glimpses of Gaza
They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
Have you thought about Palestine today?
As I’m writing, the update page is subtitled “Israeli forces bomb Gaza from north to south”; a day later, “Six Palestinians killed in West Bank raids by Israel.”
I Can’t Stop Thinking About Palestine
I can’t stop thinking about the more than 10,000 Palestinians who have been murdered in the past month.
Chicxulub(ish)
On a day something like October 9th, 66 million(ish) years ago, a blanket of soot clouded every sky, spilled over every horizon.
Set Your To-Read List Free
Read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, on my recommendation, and gain no further information before reading.
Uninspiring Holidays, Detailed
If you lived in Manitoba, you could at least call today Terry Fox Day. But then you would live in Manitoba.
My First Flat in Aberdeen
I once prepared a five-page document detailing all its quirks.
It Really Feels Like Love On Tour
I do not, in life in general, scream—not on roller coasters, not in pain, not when Wet Leg encouraged the crowd to unleash bloodcurdling cries—but when Harry was on stage, I couldn’t hold back.
Exercises in Androgyny
This is often our dichotomy: me with my mane of curly brown-red hair in bright, patterned pastiche; them with their almost-black shag and layers of black jackets.
The Edge: Arrokoth
It would take twenty months for that data to drip through the solar system. So I waited.
City Slicker Definition & Meaning
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
How do You Get a Cow Across a Firth?
In one corner, it imagines a boat.
Starting Off “Right”
There’s no escaping a year; we’re in it for the whole, well, year.
Swings and Roundabouts
Vowel merges have led multiple people to mistake my tale about seeing the ferry with spotting a fairy or my ponderings about Frodo and Merry as Frodo and Mary.
25 Pedestrians, a Baby, and a Just Eat Rider
Just before they leave my field of view, they look up.
Heterosexuality
Heterosexuality itself doesn’t have the capacity to inspire passion, to push boundaries, to ignite change.
Ten Albums
I’d time the queue so that the lyric “can’t figure out / how I’m gonna get through the next 10 minutes” played as we arrived at the pitch.
I Think Your Intentionally Hairless Body Is Weird
I can sympathize with bowing to the weight of societal pressure, but the potential roots of that pressure make me deeply uncomfortable.
Wild Food on Easy Mode
These plants simply grow, unimpeded, in ways that suit people and creatures alike.
When Your Vagina Doesn’t Work
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
Rain, on Earth and Other Bodies
The gore of blood rain seems tame when it’s raining dead frogs, fish, or birds.
