When light reigned, humanity slid languorously, languidly, from koti to kylä, from järvi to joki. It clung on as long as it could, the weak, sickly daylight which peered, on tiptoes, over the horizon, feeding on the movement of muurahaisia as they scattered, ever more furiously. With as much energy as it had left to […]
Anna Kirwin
Anna Kirwin is a writer and artist living in London but dreaming of the Arctic. Her last published piece explored the strange glow of European cities by night, but more generally her recent work deals with language, thought, and time. She sees light in the darkness.