I took the journey all the way to the World Bank HQ after work today. I made it to chapter 9 of Hidden Repression by nostr:npub1trr5r2nrpsk6xkjk5a7p6pfcryyt6yzsflwjmz6r7uj7lfkjxxtq78hdpu as I walked up, just in time to read “The Development Set” poem by Ross Coggins.
It’s hitting a little differently now. 🤯
