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“I was having coffee with my subconscious. He was a peculiar looking man. Small, with a waxed mustache and crossed legs.
I, in – in the long ago time before time began to be
bound and tagged under humans’ watch – choate, went
in. . .
When you leave the museum
of contemporary art, opening
the doors to midday, you may need
a few minutes to reset context:
the. . .
On the bad methodology of corporate diversity and inclusion indices.
Jordan uses the pandemic to crack down on its largest union.
On the links between colonialism and sexual control.