The market-driven culture machine constantly vies for our attention. Its tentacles have a stranglehold on our senses.
It’s easy to forget that our experience of the world is constantly being mediated by an ominous Something Else.
This Something Else has shaped the world’s idea of what an Indigenous person is, but the older I’ve gotten, the more aware I’ve become of what those ideas represent.
Simply trying to be yourself is the best form of resistance in this world.