“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain… If it hurts, repeat it.” – … Continue reading Between Method and Madness
I deeply miss being alone in a room full of people. Walking through a crowded train station in a city where I know no one, an indistinguishable face amongst many at the cinema, a supporter whose noise has been subsumed by the crowd.
Recently, I was sitting with some friends outside at the pub talking about the impending possibility of happiness. A lot of our joy comes from situations where we lose ourselves or become someone else for a while. Dancing, celebrating, being in nature—all of these involve surrendering part of ourselves to something bigger. But recently, we’ve had to be ourselves for so long. Literally staring at our faces, having our every move reflected back at us.
Birth is a process of accepting and of letting go. There is no bypassing this process, whether it be physical birth or spiritual birth—we have to accept the pain and learn to breath through it. Continue reading Spiritual Baby
By Hannah Tyler At the end of In the Mood for Love, Tony Leung finds a shallow crevice in the wall at Angkor Wat, whispers a secret into it and fills it with mud and moss. At the end of Roman Holiday, Gregory Peck exchanges a wordless look with Audrey Hepburn. He slowly walks away … Continue reading Romance is Dead, Long Live Romance
In the wake of Sarah Everard’s death, woman after woman has appeared on the news to share their story of male violence or assault—from uni students to members of parliament, every woman has one. I’m not at all surprised, but it seems a lot of people are. Continue reading We’ve Never Been Safe: Reacting to Recent Events in London
Remember back in the beginning of quarantine when everyone was baking bread together, and it felt like a sort of companionship? Cassandra Baim is bringing that back. Continue reading Comfort (Feed) Me
Without mushrooms, or detritivores and decomposers as a whole, dead organic matter would pile up— colloquially, we’d be fucked. Continue reading An Ode to Mushrooms
By Hannah Tyler Spoiler alert for a whole lot of space movies. Over the past few weeks I’ve been having what I insist on calling Space Lady Season: watching films that involve female scientists in space (or near aliens). I managed to get through Arrival, Interstellar, Contact, and Proxima before I decided to ruin something … Continue reading Women Own the Void
By Alison Vincitore Today The Three Magazine is excited to feature the second part in an essay series by guest contributor Alison. To read Part 1, click here. As I’m sure you can imagine if you read Part 1 of this series, I’ve always been a crier. Even in public. I wouldn’t be surprised if … Continue reading All the Times I’ve Cried in Exercise Class — Pt. 2: Kundalini Yoga
My tattooed skin is a map of where my brain and heart have travelled. Continue reading Pain and Pleasure: Claiming My Skin