"Growing up there, I had a small circle of imaginary friends, some of my own making and some borrowed from the world (David Bowie chief among them). Each evening, I'd find two plates laid out for my dinner: one for me and one for Louis-Lou, my favourite made-up friend. My mum would wait for me to finish and go to bed before eating the second, untouched plate herself. I don't remember this, but she often told the story, proud of her generosity and fortitude."
"Play like this engenders a politics of alliance, not transcending our material conditions (impossible)"
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