Archive - Anna Gát: Eleven Sentence Essays

Each death is an anticlimax; there’s nothing to say, and no one to say it to.

Mar 29, 2024 •

Every piece of writing is unjust, petty, a revenge.

Mar 29, 2024 •

February 2023

On the Homesick

Feb 15, 2023 •

Feb 15, 2023 •

September 2022

Sep 2, 2022 •

On Biting Tongues

Sep 1, 2022 •

June 2022

Jun 15, 2022 •

May 2022

May 29, 2022 •

April 2022

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Apr 26, 2022 •

February 2022

On Why I'm Quitting Alcohol

Feb 1, 2022 •

January 2022

Jan 5, 2022 •

Jan 1, 2022 •

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