In an old Granta piece, Fanny Britt reflects on being a writer staving off worry and existential dread.

If you want to have wilder, curiouser thoughts, you have to avoid the industrial monocropping of big-tech feeds. You want an intellectual forest, overgrown with mushrooms and towering weeds and a massive dead log where a family of raccoons has taken up residence . . .

‘Because freedom, I am told, is the distance between the hunter and its prey.’ Ocean Vuong's new novel 'On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous' -- written in the form of a letter from a Vietnamese-American son to his mother -- is such a delight . . .

So often, as we discuss the crises facing us today—the climate, inequality, big tech, poor leadership—who gets to lead the discussions is at the root of the problem. As the UN General Assembly concludes in New York this week, I’m reminded of . . .

For me, 9/11 always brings up complex emotions. Yesterday, on its 20th anniversary, I inadvertently found myself in the blocks around Ground Zero in Manhattan. As I walked around, I thought about how this year felt particularly unsettling because . . .

Found a beautiful passage in a BrainPickings piece about the soul and I had to save and share it. "Let’s take a necessary pause here to acknowledge that few words in our culture elicit more cynicism when mentioned publicly and more profound longing when contemplated privately than “soul.”