dear,
i wonder what it must be like to not see stars or feel the fear of standing in front of a line of police one day and to later be recognized in the taqueria or at the corner store, which is to say i wonder what it’s like to not know the feeling of inhabiting policed space, a space where you are known and observed, daily.
at any rate, once you realize you don’t need to prove your capacity to devastate, you’ll undo us all.
best.
