Saro-Wiwa oluremi
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I found the letter on a Tuesday.
I found the letter on a Tuesday. Not hidden. Not buried. Sitting in a shoebox on the top shelf of the wardrobe where my mother kept her good shoes and her secrets. She had been dead for three months. I was clearing her things. The kind of clearing that feels like archaeology - every drawer a dig site, every item an artifact from a life you thought you understood. The letter was addressed to me. Dated the year I was born. Never sent. It began: 'My daughter. I am writing this because one day y...
A Playlist Called Thirteen
I have a playlist on my phone called "Thirteen." It's not for the age. It's for the year I first heard every song on it. 2013. I was nineteen and living in a tiny apartment in Berlin that smelled like sauerkraut and someone else's cigarette smoke. The first track is "Retrograde" by James Blake. I remember the exact moment I heard it. I was on the U-Bahn, heading to a party I didn't want to go to, and the song came on through my cheap earbuds. The bass felt like it was coming from inside my ches...
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