the way we were.

by kimberley veart 

You can feel distance in the delays on a telephone call. In the resounding, echoing quiet. If you count the seconds you can count the miles. 

To fill the void, you talk and I talk. We are drowning each other out, words descending into white noise. 

We are forced to abandon this futile attempt at communication.

"Can you hear me?"

slovos.

by charlotte guest

For all your horizontal Sundays, I recommend using babelfish¹ to translate sentences from English into Russian, and back to English again.

I was looking for sofa-thrills, kicks with my feet up, but instead of being dim for an afternoon I was accidentally bright. Yes, I think I've cracked the humour code behind Anchor Man.