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Each month Improper Walls team will select brain and soulfood for you, then stir it up into a newsletter and our brand new blog.

SPACE WORM

For nearly one thousand years, man believed that space was a vacuum where nothing could survive the cold, airless environment. Only in the year 3287 AEM (after our Lord Elon Musk’s death) did the scientists of the oldest space colony, Neptune, find evidence that this entire time, space was, in fact, a thriving and writhing environment.

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ICH BIN DIESE VULGÄRE FEMINISTIN // YO SOY ESA FEMINISTA VULGAR

Since last October, the growing instrumentalization of anti-Semitism by Zionist groups around the world, including those who identify with feminisms and the anti-fascist movement, is notorious. A few months ago, in a talk entitled Is Palestine a feminist issue? On the intertwining of (queer) feminism and anti-Semitism, Cordula Trunk argued that queer and decolonial feminist groups that have stood in solidarity with Palestinian people are informed by a "vulgar" understanding of postcolonialism that she labels as racist and anti-Semitic. Besides being a blind stance to colonial violence, the fabrication of such a narrative is a form of coloniality of knowledge insofar as the value of knowledge and understandings produced on the margins, in the East and in the Third World, is peripheral and devoid of any validity and truthfulness.

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On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

Memory is a flood, writes Ocean Vuong.[1] It is something we cannot easily control as it is already controlled by different triggers. Except in cases when our memory blocks some, usually traumatic, experiences, everything else can surge at certain moments. Both good memories, which can provide inner comfort and warmth, and bad memories, from which we'd like to hide, seem to overwhelm us. There are also second-hand memories. What I mean is that these memories are not about our own experiences and life events but of other people. The people who share with us what they remember, their stories become intertwined with our own memories. Sometimes, they don't even have to tell us anything.

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