Eliza Campbell

We drank tiny white cups of Arabic coffee.

I tried to follow their conversation, sloppily trying to explain my work, how I’m doing.

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My Airport: LCG

An escape hatch, and a friendly doorway back home

Back to the Age of Political Strongmen

The incoherence is the point

Myriam Gurba Is Not an AI

Her new essay collection, 'Creep', is the real thing