Writing is the best way to make friends.
Callum Angus
I'm thinking about trash instead of smoke for awhile.
Callum Angus
I have a map in my head, but on the terrain of my body I’m lost.
Callum Angus
A ‘glacial pace’: something receding much faster than previously thought possible.
Callum Angus
I’ve been avoiding it.
Callum Angus
It’s not wrong to talk about climate and joy in the same breath.
Callum Angus
Embodying the archive in floods and flesh.
Callum Angus
What weather writing too often ignores.
Callum Angus
A newsletter about the weather, being trans, and publishing.
Callum Angus