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A diary is a rare thing: an unfiltered space where a person can meet themselves without judgement, without audience, and (for most, at least) without performance. In an age of constant sharing and curated lives, the diary remains stubbornly private, gloriously unedited. It offers us something we rarely find elsewhere: truth, in all its flawed […]
Exactly 80 years ago today, the world held its breath as the Allied forces launched the largest seaborne invasion in history, marking the beginning of the end for Nazi Germany’s occupation of Europe. Among the thousands of brave soldiers who set out to liberate the continent was Captain Alastair Bannerman, a devoted husband and father […]
It was exactly a year ago, on 1st January 2023, that I began Diaries of Note. Since then I’ve shared 365 diary entries written by 365 different people—each offering a chance to live a day in someone else’s shoes. It’s been an intense and remarkable year, filled with insights, emotions, and unexpected turns, and I’ve […]
In November 1974, upon learning that his friend and mentor, film critic Lotte Eisner, was critically ill in Paris and close to death, German filmmaker Werner Herzog immediately packed a duffel bag and began to walk in her direction from Munich, convinced that “she would stay alive if [he] came on foot.” Herzog arrived three […]
Now considered a seminal work in both American literature and feminist canon, Little Women was originally published in the 1860s as two separate volumes, the first of which Louisa May Alcott completed in two months after being asked by her publisher to “write a girl’s book.” The second installment came on 1st January of the […]
More in life
i used to be one of those people who would say, marriage is just a piece of paper. but after being with her for years and years through all the tears and laughter it is starting to make me sad that if anything were to happen to me she wouldn’t be able to do things like make medical decisions on my behalf, collect my body when am gone, etc. I had to go to a lawyer to do specific paperwork that were not necessary if we were simply married. will i be able to call her my wife in my lifetime? it is just so saddening that the closest person to me will never be recognised as such in the eyes of the law. when i die, she will just be my “friend”. nevertheless am grateful to spend these 125 months together, perhaps even if she won’t be able to claim my body and if history will deem us as just“friends”, there will still be 125 pieces of my love lingering somewhere on the internet. (she made us clothes again! it is 98% zero waste!)
Anthropic now treats the Pope as a competitor in a battle for souls
At Bang Bang Oriental, Mohammed Ali Salha considers the invention of the London food hall. Photographs by Dashti Jahfar