This essay is a meditation on writing and reading with José Esteban Muñoz.

There was a shift from feeling to sense. From affect to something different. A shared sense, a combine. Not an assemblage: something more fluid or precarious, environmental but flesh-bound. Injured or harmed but not abject. Not propertied but shared out, burning and brown. Something else: an unfinished conversation about mothers. It was another thought, a branching out.

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