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The more time I spend doomscrolling, the more I’m faced with the severity of our generation’s obsession with online communication. While social media is an extremely useful tool, it leads us to live in an age of instant reactions, where we respond to notifications faster than to our own feelings, slowly losing the ability to notice what truly matters and to listen to ourselves. In an era of notifications, we react to phones vibrating in our pockets faster and more efficiently

Lippy, I have loved you and now I must leave you. My time as Editor-In-Chief has been a joy, not least for the fabulous fun we’ve had but since it’s enabled me to meet all you lovely lot. Before I go, here are 5 final bits of advice I wish I’d learnt quicker throughout my time in Leeds. A Manifesto of sorts, to make the most of things. Romanticise Everything but People My friend Alice claims we must ‘move through the world as you want it to become’. She envisions a greener fu

I’m a member of Leeds Student Radio, which, if you didn’t know, means I usually get to hide behind a radio microphone for two hours every week whilst my friends and family listen to me natter on about anything and everything. Every now and then, though, I force myself out from behind the desk to take on some very exciting (and occasionally nerve-wracking) opportunities, like recording band interviews. Recently, I was given the chance to see ‘The Drop Jonnies’ perform at the L

Sir, a report of a stone, Sir, I found down at the creek, brushed with water like egg brushes pastry, dotted and spotted in drips and drabs, half-dry, half-cold. Sir, the stone was pebble-grey, warm, light -- rolled sweet fondant, speckling like a robin's egg, freckled ochre by the sun, with darker spots where the light fails to catch, Sir. Forgive me, Sir, I was enraptured, captured; the stone was bedding an eighth into the creek-sand, sat promptly, pertly, rightly, shaded i