In the words of a Persian sage: love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

I am an anthropologist who lost faith in her own method, who stopped believing that observable activity defined anthropos.

...trying not to get emotional but still hanging on the rearview mirror's single tale of recedings and vanishing points as we hang on looks our lovers give.

Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns.

Written By Naomi Klein

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