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Natalia Figueroa Barroso is a Uruguayan-Australian writer of Charrúa, African and Iberian origins who was raised between the unceded lands of Charrúa Nation and...
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Non-fictionThe night Sartre spoke in Paris can be seen as a hinge in time, the moment when modernity and its focus on individual identity came to the fore after the destruction of the old order. We are still living on the far side of the door Sartre pointed us through. Of course, modernity had a thousand authors. It was the product of billions of lives lived in close proximity. But Sartre, to me, best articulated a modern creed of what it means to be human.
PoetryBetween one end of the gap and the other the gravity of our gaze can but scratch like banksias at your fingertips before starlight splits the present across his teeth into pearl and lime stanzas.
FictionOne by one the streets quietened down. A great hush washed over this city. Even the lights at night seemed dimmer. All of life lay dormant. Or maybe not – Toru couldn’t trust his eyes, could he? He had been living on the streets in the clothes he died in, scrounging food from tables outside restaurants and cafés around the city, but those tables were long gone.