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In Puerto Rico.

[Thinking in analogies, perhaps not essay-ready...] Just as there is such a thing (in "oldies" radio) as a sanitized, mostly-white "Sixties")--contrasting with, say, the soundtrack to The Big Chill, which i believe represents actual airplay more truly (as well as actual achievement--): when stations, even relatively progressive stations such as our own KXT, play Nineties, they play a "fanboy" indie that little resembles the Nineties i remember, in which many of the best artists were women. Like, they rarely ever play Tori Amos or Bjork, but so many besides... And i call this an unintentional erasure (similar to the gender imbalance in avant poetry publishing). But it's still erasure.

Melanie thinks this isn't mine to "call-out"--which is completely true. Mine is to watch my own unintentional privilege-gestures. But this other one still troubles me...

"The morning of the General Election, I remember logging on and experiencing almost a doubling of vision, as if the universe had split into two tracks that were radically diverging from one another. There was a hallucinatory space of about a week where I still felt as if I could see another world layered underneath mine."