I was raised in a utopian commune where children ran wild. Only years later did I realise how much danger came with that freedom
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We move from the we of a family to a we that is collective. There is rupture and upheaval, cutting and pasting. What shall we do with this space?
The house, a red-haired man insists, is an egalitarian cake to be sliced into equal parts, radicalizing domestic space to control behaviors and abolish the family.
In the garden, a topless white woman was doing yoga. There was also a brown man with no clothes on, and his willy dangled as he whispered, 'Salute the sun.'
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