Apr 2
‘The manosphere is dead and no one cares about Andrew Tate any more’: the poet taking on toxic masculinity
O n a cold night in east London, 21-year-old performance poet Sam Browne is telling a packed room of strangers about his second bout of psychosis. “I was in Morocco at 18, completely alone, and I started to feel that things weren’t real,” he says. “It got so bad that one day I turned to a random person and told him I was thinking of killing myself. He just said back to me: ‘Don’t do that – you’ll miss the sunset.’” The room falls quiet and Browne breaks the tension by launchi
