on the eve of my niece’s
second birthday, I jumped into the
sea off the coast of Rapa
Nui. I was waiting
for the trade ship’s return, but
it was lost, it seemed. there was no one
man near me except for
one, who was a slave. we made each other
fish, we procured them and
we fed them to one
another. it was night before we came to the
conclusion that we would die alone, so
we decided to fix racism if we were
going to be fading away in vain anyway.