Decreation, Metamorphosis and the Postcolonial Imagination…

I’ve been worrying people.  Some I realised I had worried, some I had no idea about.  “Erratic.  Not listening.  Hard to talk to.  Irritable.  Off the rails a bit.”  I’ve decided that the only way to keep my relationships intact is to keep quiet.  And the only way to be safe is to keep my relationships intact.  So from now on, I am not going to tell people what happens with me.  It’s only mine.

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