My sister was a skinhead. My brother—a corporate man.
I don’t know my eldest sister but she’s an actress. Rachel travels the world.
She’s socialist, he’s liberterian. My grand-mother—German and Christian. My father Moroccan but Jewish.
My siblings, Arabic from a Muslim father.
Mother, a Jewish atheist. Many of them live in Israel.
I’m an anti-nationalist. I’m disappointed in the conception of “God”—deceived by politics and quite political.
My sister was a skinhead. My brother—a corporate man. I simply, mis-
placed.
The organization of this is so striking – I love how the disjointedness throughout is still held together by a certain coherence and repetition in the structure. It is not completely random, but not fully comprehendible either.
I feel like if everyone thought more about themselves like this, there would be a lot less egregious self-assertion in the world…