It’s October 2020. I’m spending a minute that feels like an eternity watching a member of Team SunWeb on the Passo dello Stelvio, in the Autumn Giro d’Italia, try to put on a jacket.
Continue reading Hannah Nicklin: Dramatic Irony, Zwift, and Racing Under Lockdown
I don’t think I’ve ever watched a full game of real baseball, yet I’ve found myself following along and “playing” blaseball for several months now.
Continue reading Aaron Lim: About Blaseball
Pub quizzes are very much a British tradition. In Paris, screaming answers to general knowledge questions is seen as a bit too earnestly competitive, sort of quirky and embarrassing.
Continue reading Catherine Bennett: Questions pour un Balcon
I’ve begun some sort of relationship with a wood pigeon.
It sits on the fence that divides my garden from my neighbour’s garden. I can see it out my window, next to where I lie in my bed all day.
Continue reading Pema Monaghan: Wood Pigeon
Before Covid-19 became part of Nigeria’s reality in February 2020, I somehow hoped the virus wouldn’t breach Nigeria’s borders, and even if it did, that we would be able to control it as we’d done with Ebola a few years before.
Continue reading Adefoyeke Ajao: Pawse and Play
Lockdown is darkening but I feel like dancing.
I teach my hands cat-like reflexes, dancing.
Continue reading Zainab Ismail: Dancing with my Rubik’s Cube
As I write these lines we are entering our eighth month of quarantine in Buenos Aires, Argentina. There are four of us—my husband and me, our five-year-old Gael, and our one-year-old Vera. And it feels like we have been in lockdown forever.
Continue reading Lu Oulton: 2020: The year my house turned into Neverland
I had never been much of a fan of board games. They seemed to go on for ages, and the injustice of failing to win or being cheated at the last minute was never worth the effort.
Continue reading Phoebe Whitlock: Dominos with Mum
The garden died a few years ago with my granddad I think, and that makes sense to me. It was his space and workshop, somewhere he fixed bikes, watches, and painted everything he built the same shade of green.
Continue reading Gabrielle de la Puente: Mutazione
A baron sits alone in his castle, mourning his missing children. A friendly goon toys with a yo-yo. Brigands roam the forest, fortify their stronghold, make raids on the nearby town. A brown bear is shackled in a cave. A talking skull longs for a pair of glowing eyes.
Continue reading Nadia Bailey: So You Want To Be A hero?