My friend June Thunderstorm and I once spent a half an hour sitting in a meadow by a moun- tain lake, watching an inchworm dangle from the top of a stalk of grass, twist about in every possible direction, and then leap to the next stalk and do the same thing.
Close Reading David Graeber’s What’s the Point If We Can’t Have Fun
A two-part close reading of David Graeber's article What' the Point If We Can't Have Fun?