Epigraph:
There was a time were not a slave,
remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter,
you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all
recollection of it, remember ... You say there are
no words to describe this time, you say it does not
exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember.
Or, failing that, invent.
–Monique Wittig, The Guerilleres
Dedication:
per le mie innamorate, Renate e Freya
and for all the wolves, sheep and women killed in the name of progress
