Refusing Colonial Categorization and Claiming Fractal Possibility
Toni Morrison was in my dream yesterday...

Dreaming of Toni
Toni Morrison came to me in a dream this morning.
I usually arrive at the altar of my keyboard every Monday morning with some ideas I want to give language to, then report on whatever pours through. After a couple hours of writing and another hour of editing, the newsletter appears and I allow it to be “good enough” to press send. But it is Sunday when I’m writing this and I’m being ushered into cartographic reflection and action by Toni from inside my dreamscape.
She tells me to say what I haven’t been saying. People are reading and reading terraforms imagination, which informs new worlds; the vibrant colors of which are wild and irresistible. She tells me to write ab…
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