The fantasy of playing Final Fantasy

You are a negro bunny bound for greatness in the New World, as if the old were simply a mistake. You can't stop thinking about Sylvia Wynter and something like New World natives; you stall, with everyone else, rather than negotiate a true critique of the present, rather than pause Final Fantasy XIV as ordered by necessity and place your twin boys in the bath.

No, the little fuckers berate each other and bash plastic dinosaurs against wood drawers, the floor, and on too many occasions,...