TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 11.12.23 God, after my tasks, chores, and errands, I can’t focus on anything but the news. I think of Srebrenica, Rwanda, Cambodia. Never again, it was said after each genocide. Still: again. And again. My father lost three brothers to the Khmer Rouge. But you don’t have to be a child of refugees to feel sorrow and fury today. |