The history of South America is a sprawling ledger of appetites, where the continent’s geography has been treated less as a sovereign home and more as a biological vending machine for the North. At the macro level, we see a global economy built on the assumption of an infinite southern supply; at the micro level, we find that every American convenience—from the morning coffee to the smartphone battery—is a needle drawing life from a landscape that is never allowed to heal. This is the chronicle of a continent forced to provide the world’s luxury and its medicine, its energy and its vice, while the people tilling the soil remain tethered to a poverty that is manufactured in the boardrooms of the North. Continue reading
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Cunning And Baffling
In the city where the silver fog descends, A “cunning, baffling” ghost begins its reign. Where every steep and narrow street extends, There lies the heavy, sweet, and ancient chain. A populace in shadow, bent and bowed, Beneath a sky of gray and digital gold, While through the Tenderloin, a silent crowd Surrenders to a story centuries old.
