Instead of decolonising museums, the new practices echo and reinforce a racial discourse. They present an idea of culture as fixed and immutable – something people own by virtue of biological ancestry. This racial view of the world should trouble us.

https://aeon.co/ideas/does-one-ethnic-group-own-its-cultural-artefacts

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47311/the-waste-land

“memory and desire, stirring“ hit the sentiments of the presence.

No one can love you enough. Build a shelter for the flies and the wasps instead. Make houses for the rats and the owls and the bluebirds. Sit for hours in the shade and watch how these tiny citizens move, floating or drifting or scrabbling over stones, swooping or creeping in rings of shadow, rings of light. Make space inside your liquid heart for

We think we tell stories, but stories often tell us, tell us to love or to hate, to see or be blind. Often, too often, stories saddle us, ride us, whip us onward, tell us what to do, and we do it without questioning. The task of learning to be free requires learning to hear them, to question them, to pause and to hear silence, to name them, and the

Maybe this road leads nowhere but someone is coming from there. — Lars Norén

"men and women develop their power to perceive critically the way they exist in the world with which and in which they find themselves; they come to see the world not as a static reality but as a reality in the process of transformation." — from Pedagogy of the Oppressed

“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.”

—Terry Pratchett

This is what it means to live beyond the “end of nature”—that it is human action that will determine the climate of the future, not systems beyond our control. And it’s why, despite the unmistakable clarity of the predictive science, all of the tentative sketches of climate scenarios that appear in this book are so oppressively caveated with possib

“I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.” ― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

i am in the process of curing a chronic inflammation in my ankle. I am developing a relationship to understand my ankle and my body further.

A thought came up in the pool: if the condition became chronic because what I did on the every day basis, I should have the opportunity to act different every day from now paying more attention to my body and