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  • “I hear the storm.”—Aimé Césaire, Discourse On Colonialism “I can always hear somebody running”—Fred Moten It came in mud and storm. It came while something was being wrecked. Uptown Minneapolis, MN. In evening. Dark. This place where everything was billowing. A colleague and homie, Selah Michele, and I were talking medicine and other-world-making, trying to come to terms. We were getting coffee. Discussing the use of organizing. Of kinship. The ongoingness of the non-phenomenal. T…
  • “I hear the storm.”—Aimé Césaire, Discourse On Colonialism “I can always hear somebody running”—Fred Moten It came in mud and storm. It came while something was being wrecked. Uptown Minneapolis, MN. In evening. Dark. This place where everything was billowing. A colleague and homie, Selah Michele, and I were talking medicine and other-world-making, trying to come to terms. We were getting coffee. Discussing the use of organizing. Of kinship. The ongoingness of the non-phenomenal. T…
  • “I hear the storm.”—Aimé Césaire, Discourse On Colonialism “I can always hear somebody running”—Fred Moten   It came in mud and storm. It came while something was being wrecked. Uptown Minneapolis, MN. In evening. Dark. This place where everything was billowing. A colleague and homie, Selah Michele, and I were talking medicine and other-world-making, trying to come to terms. We were getting coffee. Discussing the use of organizing. Of kinship. The ongoingness of the non-phenomenal…