The bayou is circling around me. Maybe this is a dream. I am typing with my eyes closed. When I open them, all I can see is a linear road to production, what the destination economy wants it to be—a story not like a bayou; a story that cannot be shallow and unpredictably deep and then dark and then suddenly cool and then salty and fresh straight from th…
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