Space, the final frontier. Its endless expanse is framed in science fiction as a clean and untainted new world for humanity to enter- but leaving Earth will not take the humanity from us.
Browsing: existing
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.
On his way out, he spotted a dead cockroach by the gates, laying on its armour-like back, with its dangly legs sticking up.
I exist here. I live here. I am life. It’s in me. I have to believe that will be worth something to me again eventually.
Decolonial politics, and decolonial literary criticism by extension, is abolitionist in nature. Accordingly, decolonial literary criticism is better understood as an allergy towards the canon; a compulsion to revolutionise art and literature within the confines of a colonial language.
Maybe we are entitled to hope, to take heart from the fact that the blistering developments of modern art have not obsoleted Rubens, but perhaps an existential reckoning is already inescapable.
For the first time in ages, I stepped back into home before daylight even reached the doorstep.
Motionless, erect like a prop. I had no attempts of consolation for Giuseppe, nothing I had to give him at all, really, so I drifted, stupefied, out of the bar. He didn’t try to stop me.
with razor sharp
biting english words
and wonder if
my mother once a girl is me, just a little bit.
The sign says: ‘TOILET WON’T FLUSH, DO IT IN THE BACKYARD’.
