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Relational Epistemology, Heather Phillipson

‘It’s whatever you want it to be,’ said my father after he bisected My Little Pony and used her in a sculpture. At bedtime he read me Kafka’s short fiction. ‘All men are not idiots,’ my mother advised, ‘but beware … Continue reading

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