Otopos unfurls a paradox: the interleaving and entangling of self and topos. It began with a loss of equilibrium impelling rhythmic departures, an incipient blood beat-- subcutaneous, through the feet all the way to the surface of the page. A Belgian native, I live and write on unceded Wurundjeri land in an inner-city suburb of Melbourne. This makes me a paradox. An unsettled European out of place in a...
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