Morning mist in a Paris park. Gravel underfoot. A bench damp with yesterday’s rain. I dream I am walking with Jean Baudrillard, the air faintly metallic, autumn leaves arranged like unfinished sentences. Election year in Aotearoa New Zealand, I tell him. Stakes high. Voices louder than usual. He smiles, almost indulgently. “Louder does not mean … Continue reading Seeing clearly
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The Mirror We Avoid
It begins with hope. The kind of hope that folds neatly into a carry-on suitcase, stuffed between passport stamps and addresses of friends, cousins and relatives on your WhatsApp who promised a sofa bed and maybe, if lucky, a job. Many South Asian migrants arrived in Aotearoa, or across the West, with little more than … Continue reading The Mirror We Avoid
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