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Dust-ridden air filtered through the sheltered tunnel, and Aurix could hear each shift of their life amplified as they adjusted their knee pads. Then, a sigh. Their protective gear was itchy.

It was desperate gasps, it was glittering mortality. Yet absence from it was anguish.  I use the sea to document my life. Somehow, the moments when my chin slipped above  its molten surface were the happiest I ever documented. 

Promise me that there will always be one more orange slice left for me.
Promise me that you will peel it yourself.
Promise, promise, promise.

He died in 2022, so the joke’s on him, I suppose. For someone who thought everyone else was an idiot, he was the one who wasted his life wallowing in superiority.

I do, however, believe that it is important to consider whether our desire to remove texts from curricula is guided, in part, by an unwillingness to confront and sit with the discomfort of acknowledging that we sometimes enjoy things that are unfair to others.