Friday, January 19
WHAT THE EXILED ARE History’s blood crumbs; prisoners on the other side of the gate; a geographical oxymoron; what the printer omits on its own; margins of plain paper; where on a map, a named city doesn’t exist, only a remembered one; the negative space the art teacher says to trace against; a special kind of alibi: I am not where you think I am I am everywhere — we are everywhere — you think we’re not. (Sara Abou Rashed)