“We’re standing in his garden and he is cradling some oily nuts and bolts in his hand. The sprinkler system he set up in our yard is filling the air with a thin mist. He has called his device the mister-mister."

"Something vital happens when we begin to see one another as the people to please, berate, critique, create, and play with."

"The history of immigration policy is filled with moments like these, when a group goes from subhuman to superhuman within a few short years, because of political winds beyond their grasp."

"At a certain point, all history begins to feel like theft, a cataloguing of where your body never was and could never be, a series of desired, forced inheritances. The past is a bastard’s lyric, a yellow dog dissociating himself into a fruit, which begins to murmur."

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