Fiction Made-Up Words
Tabhoard: The Forty Browser Tabs You Are Definitely Going to Read
Tabhoard is the quiet row of open browser tabs you are keeping for later, each one a small promise that later will somehow arrive.
Kept in your browser only. Nothing is sent to us and no cookie is set.
Home Tags
Everything filed under memory.
Fiction Made-Up Words
Tabhoard is the quiet row of open browser tabs you are keeping for later, each one a small promise that later will somehow arrive.
Fact-based Cosmic Questions
That sudden certainty that you have lived this exact moment before is one of the strangest tricks a healthy brain plays, and psychologists have found a way to switch it on in the lab.
Fiction Useless Inventions
A beautiful walnut frame that will not choose between the sixty-three nearly identical sunsets on your phone, so it shows you every single one of them, for ever.
Fact-based Cosmic Questions
Nine in ten of us get a tune stuck on repeat at least once a week, and researchers have worked out which songs do it, when they strike, and why a stick of gum can help.
Fiction Made-Up Words
(n.) The brisk little drumroll you play on your own pockets in the doorway, checking for keys, phone and wallet in the same order every single time.
Fact-based Weird Facts
The famously forgetful goldfish can remember things for months, learn to press a lever for food, work out what time dinner is served and tell its owner apart from other people.
Fact-based Cosmic Questions
You learned to walk, talk and recognise your family in your first years of life, and yet you cannot recall a single moment of it, which is a very strange thing for a brain to do.
Fiction Tiny Stories
Every night at ten, the lighthouse on Gull Rock flashes twice, and every night, all along the harbour front, kitchen lights blink twice in reply, though the keeper left forty years ago.
Fiction Tiny Stories
Nobody in the family had ever written down Nana Rosa's lemon cake, and it took them three failed attempts to realise that the grey parrot in the kitchen had been listening all along.
Fiction Tiny Stories
Behind the till of a small barber shop sits a fat green ledger holding forty years of first haircuts, and one Saturday a man came in asking to see his own page.