March 2022 - Page 2 of 2 - Rusted Radishes

"Beirut Again" by Nour Annan Dearest friend, Amanda Lee Koe asks, is this how a spirit is worn down, sliver by sliver? The illusion of conspiracy was almost comforting, a better bet than coherence. I hadn't yet realised my spirit was being squeezed out from me from the moment I could hold a pen; by the time I released these words into the air, it was too late for me to do any more than offer resentment. For so long I have been trying to carve out my own way of living, find some break in the series of obligations constituting

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IT IS FINDING THAT IS ASTONISHING

"Remember Me Forever" by Nour Annan Subject: "It is finding that is astonishing" From: Nur To: Sima, Nawal Thu, May 30, 2019, 5:15 PM Dear Nawal and Sima, A friend, Sarah D., shared with me a New Yorker article by Kathryn Schultz called "When Things Go Missing." She gave me a heads up before. The piece had devastated her. I can confirm after reading it that the piece is indeed devastating. It masterfully hits what we all fear: loss. In it, Schultz intertwines two types she's experienced-the deep, debilitating grief of losing her father and the everyday, more trivial, misplacement of things like her wallet, bike,