Culture

By cindym@thesatu… , 20 June, 2026
You find your seat without hassle. It’s not a busy flight. The man in the seat next to yours is tidy and small. He looks so clean you imagine he smells of Sunlight soap. And maybe he does, but as soon as you settle in and fasten your seatbelt, all you can smell is his breath. Before you register that you’ve caught his eye, he tells you he’s on his way to visit his son in Wellington. You now wish you’d untangled the wire of your headphones as you walked onto the plane.
By kyeh@thesaturd… , 13 June, 2026
I look down at the screen. There are nine images arranged in a square. In the top row, a white puppy gazes longingly from a cage in what appears to be an animal shelter. One of its back legs is bandaged.