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Do I relate to time as something that passes, or as one of the ways lifetime is continuously extracted through the fiction of globally synchronised time. I remain troubled by how something presented as universal can operate through profoundly uneven distributions of movement, waiting, exhaustion, and access — making some lives available for endless forms of administration, labour, delay, and depletion in order for others to move freely through time. And whether the desire to ‘kill time’ already reveals something about the violence through which time itself is politically organised.
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