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New World Ordure: the all-seeing eye in the shitstorm

‘I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,’ a friend of mine said when they rang me on a Monday morning ten days into lockdown. (I’m using the genderless pronoun not because this friend rejects binaries – lately they’ve … Continue reading

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