Worlds, Ships, Crimes, Parents, Walls

I See The World

Jamaica Kincaid | Paris Review | 28th April 2020

A prose poem to the world we used to know. “That world is separated from me, lost forever because of that thing that came from nowhere, we are all of us from nowhere, and nowhere is where we end up, it is our destiny; alive but dead, dead but alive; a great divide has fallen on our life, on…

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