Honesty's exchange rate
I am stretching to the point of straining as I try to reach out wide enough to wrap my arms around both parts
This week, I have been writing about Palestine. It is the first time I have written something for publication about the genocide. It feels unlike any other writing I have done, in that the writing feels like entering a maze blindfolded. To encounter so many invisible, unexpected obstacles is surprising: I did not understand before how much I had interna…
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