There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension

by Hanif Abdurraqib

and I love anything that pushes against the door of reality and offers an elsewhere. I don’t need the elsewhere to be better, I just need it to be somewhere else.

If there is anything worth killing for, it is probably whatever might unlock a chain from around someone else’s neck.

People who believe so richly in the inherent goodness of whiteness that they believe empathy alone will grow the hearts of fascists are both hustlers and easily hustled.