On Surviving a Famine No One Names
It’s the line about “treating delays as logistics” that won’t leave me, Taylor.
The way you show how policy becomes ritualised inside a body. Not as abstraction, but as Tuesday. As counting. As breath.
The stone and the bloom are devastating together. Not metaphor, but infrastructure.
“Logistics” is a word that launders consequence. It makes policy sound procedural instead of personal. That’s where the harm hides.
That tension mattered to me. Not metaphor for its own sake, but a system you can live inside without naming it.
It’s the line about “treating delays as logistics” that won’t leave me, Taylor.
The way you show how policy becomes ritualised inside a body. Not as abstraction, but as Tuesday. As counting. As breath.
The stone and the bloom are devastating together. Not metaphor, but infrastructure.
“Logistics” is a word that launders consequence. It makes policy sound procedural instead of personal. That’s where the harm hides.
That tension mattered to me. Not metaphor for its own sake, but a system you can live inside without naming it.