A Trip to Ripple
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By Charlie Hill.
It was early summer and the news of the wars was bad. The weather, as usual, was unseasonally hot. This limited our capacity for cognitive resistance; instead we sweated on the possibility that each of these slowly unfolding cataclysms was less an aberration than an inevitable consequence of the relational systems of power in which we found ourselves enmeshed. Either way, we needed a night away from the city. A distraction. Somewhere we could breathe deep, fill our lungs with p
It was early summer and the news of the wars was bad. The weather, as usual, was unseasonally hot. This limited our capacity for cognitive resistance; instead we sweated on the possibility that each of these slowly unfolding cataclysms was less an aberration than an inevitable consequence of the relational systems of power in which we found ourselves enmeshed. Either way, we needed a night away from the city. A distraction. Somewhere we could breathe deep, fill our lungs with p
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