dear readers,
i am ecuador-bound. for three weeks.
this will be my longest break from the detail collector. (i’m going to attempt to keep up the practice analog-style. how or when these details will get sifted into the digital world, i am unsure of.)
during this digital absence, i can only hope you’ll be out there collecting your own details.
x and o from under the same sky,
F
a link to a little bit about the struggle against the oil companies invading the ecuadorian amazon.
and an image for feasting:
(vilacabamba, ecuador)
detail collector 
The kind of love that I was interested in, that my characters long for intuitively, is the only kind of love that could liberate them from that horrible legacy of colonial violence. I am speaking about decolonial love…
Is it possible to overcome the horrible legacy of slavery and find decolonial love? Is it possible to love one’s broken-by-the-coloniality-of-power self in another broken-by-the-coloniality-of-power person?
Junot Díaz in Boston Magazine, but I read it in the front pages of Leanne Simpson’s Decolonial Love. Seems like a frantelopic detail.
Ecuador! Cuidate
YES!
frantelopic indeed. or, a fabulous frantelopic KWY mashup.
gratitude for this nourishment.
con cariño.