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My new apartment was a masterpiece of "almost." Almost big enough. Almost in a good neighborhood. The one thing it was truly missing was a reliable Wi-Fi connection. The landlord promised it was "being upgraded," which, in landlord-speak, meant "maybe in six months." I had my phone data, but for my ...

My name is Walter, and for fifteen years, my kingdom has been the empty car park of a 24-hour supermarket. My world is the hum of the floodlights, the occasional scurry of a fox, and the slow, deliberate sweep of my torch beam over acres of silent asphalt. It’s a job of profound solitude. I don’t mi...

My world is threads. The soft whisper of merino wool, the sturdy grip of linen, the clack of my floor loom as I push the treadles. I am Elara, a weaver. I create tapestries and fabrics, each piece a slow, deliberate conversation between colour and texture. My cottage studio in the Highlands is my sa...