Publications
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On Cofnas and a Few Other Things
010 · 14 minIf differences between people are partly innate, who does that absolve, and of what responsibility? And why do we look to genetics for that answer?
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Nobody Did Anything
009 · 15 minA novel about how the internet renders violence as text, as content — and casts the reader as a quiet accomplice, one who assures himself he’s merely a spectator.
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What Is an Unhealed Wound Worth?
008 · 10 minBlue Film argues that turning trauma into a commodity does not heal the past, and that real agency begins where the purchased ending gives way to the unbearable demand to reclaim one’s own name.
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Why Protest Wants a High Price Tag Too
007 · 16 minMatières Fécales, The One Percent, and marginality’s right to set its own value.
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Watching Won’t Wash You Clean
006 · 14 minIn Regarding the Pain of Others, Susan Sontag writes about the distance of the spectator. Today, that distance becomes a Russian question: can one look at Ukrainian pain and still remain a bystander?
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Late Youth as a Political Condition
005 · 14 minIn Return to Reims, Eribon writes about an adulthood that does not arrive with success. One can acquire language, status, and a name, and still continue assembling oneself out of shame, rupture, and other people’s expectations.
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Disappear, My Russia
004 · 3 minRussia is once again learning to see itself through someone else’s eyes — through the eyes of Merezhkovsky’s Vasyuta: “some milk, maybe… but I don’t feel like it”. And that “I don’t feel like it” is enough to describe today’s reaction and the war.
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The Privilege of Reversibility
003 · 10 minI now see My Own Private Idaho not as a film about beautiful rootlessness, but as a film about the difference between those who have an “afterwards” and those who don’t.
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The Somatics of Queer Flaw
002 · 9 minWhy No Skin Off My Ass matters not only as a film, but as a trace of a queer culture that had not yet become polite, institutional, and safe.
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A Manual for Disappearing
001 · 7 minThe Masturbator’s Heart speaks of death calmly, almost matter-of-factly, as something simply pencilled into the schedule.
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