From "Andro Wekua," 032c, issue 19, 2010.
[...] In a supposedly post-historical, post-racial world, surely we can move beyond identity politics: his and our selves, as it were, are saddled with a simultaneous collapse and proliferation of geography. We belong to many places, remember few, and pledge allegiance to none. A certain indistinguishability–if resistance was the rage of modernity then escape has become our arsenal of necessity–allows us to breathe in without the surgical mask for significance, but we remain apprehensive of where to go for our next gasp. That indistinguishability becomes both our handicap and the card up our sleeve. [...]