Sliding between stones and tall trees, an oily machine is sputtering images. I call these gaps or openings in the landscape of our thoughts 'rifts', because they are like fault lines in a seemingly continuous surface... In a pharmakon of churned-up mud, one path Closed, but remains open; another path curves back, to where it began.

 

I call these: D. Chakrabarty, "The Anthropocene and the Convergence of Histories." In, C. Hamilton et.al., eds.,
The Anthropocene and the Global Environmental Crisis. London, 2015.