Pharaoh’s agents are after us. They are enraged. They foam at the mouth. They couldn’t imagine that we would ever get out. Our victory is their humiliation. Our joy is their pain. They will not stop pursuing us. So, they must die.
We're not in Egypt anymore, but we've just begun our journey through the wilderness separating us from the Promised Land. In response to our shared predicament, I invite readers to join me for ‘A Year in Dialogue’ at the fraught intersection of matter and metaphor.
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In the liminal space where matter meets metaphor, we can kill Pharaoh's agents without spilling a drop of blood. Killing the body is obsolete. It was the default method in the age of biopolitics. Welcome to our psychopolitical future!