A few days ago, my mind was trying to split the worriedness in three – like that’s even possible, – about my loved ones and ‘other’ bodies I care for in places that I’d call home(s); Lima, Bethlehem, and Oslo. Without a real chance to escape, I then involuntarily embarked on a metahuman-like wander, aContinue reading “READING TIME | on metahuman-like wanders”