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Stiletto, Paris
November 2010

I run.

You run.

He runs.

Equality as well as rhythm inhabits those inflections. Everything a human being can do is shared out in them. Whatever the verb – talk, sleep, eat, breathe, walk, run – they demonstrate that our actions are gestures in common. They define our activity, our energy. They define our species.
Now, apply this particular conjugation to the three of us: me and you, writer and reader, and the lanky young man in a loose white tee-shirt sitting across from me on a sofa on a Kingston veranda. And suddenly it loses all equality, all democracy. read more »