…see this newcomer labelled as extreme right, ultraright, radical right, ultranationalist, Trumpist, francoist and neofrancoist. But are these euphemisms and trivializations just a distraction from what the party really represents?…
…her. Never her. “Esa no soy yo.” Four words, polished and displayed like a coat of arms. Her entire identity, compressed into a slogan. Her political soul, bottled, labeled, and…
…the tour, peeling the labels off my beer bottle in the humidity, when an older man sitting next to me suggested, “If you’re looking for work and don’t mind getting…
…label that had aluminium foil for a lid. The epiphany came as vendors competed with the mosquitos for space through the windows. It was time to set up a base,…
…divide us into neat little camps, as if the labels ‘right’ and ‘left’ can somehow contain the vast, ungovernable weirdness of the human animal. They’ll carve us up like we’re…
In today’s Camino a Ítaca memories of a parachute flapping up and down above the bar as I easily peeled the labels off sodden beer bottles in the Florida…