Sublime

For me and for anyone with an American passport, borders sometimes seem entirely arbitrary: imaginary lines etched on a globe, painted stripes to be stepped over as lightly as crossing the street. It is easy to forget that for others they are all but impregnable.

La surface de la terre est fragile et facilement marquée par les pieds des hommes ; il en va de même des chemins empruntés par l’esprit. Comme les grand-routes du monde doivent être usées et poussiéreuses, et profondes les ornières de la tradition et du conformisme !

this book is not about fixing, rejecting, destroying, replacing, or transcending modernity—these desires are part of modernity (and are also faster than thought!). Instead, the stories invite you to sit with a quickly aging modernity as it approaches and resists its own death. You will be invited to offer modernity compassionate assistance while

With each horror, a new slit is cut into my brain. The way wild amounts of wealth brush up against extreme poverty and displacement here is like nothing I’ve ever seen. Maria

It’s an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself. Why? We’re blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snouts. We know nothing. I perceived this … now I don’t know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.