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Invisible tentacles embroil us – stones, sages and stories – in a saga, an infectious ecology of co-becoming. A drunken circus of touching. The stain that spoils the white of the cloth. Love, if you will. We would suppose that the grand story of the human is his rise from an undifferentiated primitiveness, through persistence, …Continue Reading >>>
If I could define ‘nature’, what would I say? Would I look disdainfully away from my laptop screen and fix my gaze on the sonorous distance where elder mountains, capped in white and wisdom, sit in silence? Do I abandon these modern grey concrete slabs of brick and gloom – which is the city – …Continue Reading >>>
Perhaps grief is its own answer. Its own genius. Maybe nothing needs to be added on. Not consolation. Not promise. Not glittery glimpses of a grief-less future. Maybe grief is a question, the asking of which we are too impoverished to know how to. Too fascinated by plot points and story and arrivals and endings …Continue Reading >>>
After my talk on reconfiguring assumptions about agency and activism yesterday, the host made room for a Q/A session – which I hijacked by asking the first question: “So, what’s confusing for you – and it doesn’t even have to be related to my speech?” A beautiful conversation followed about alternative frames of power, about …Continue Reading >>>
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