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Being another 20 years removed from the last sanctioned visit to Hav, my standard grief at putting down a masterpiece is here accompanied by despair over the seeming loss of the city-state altogether. Hav’s allegories have before our eyes bent further into maze-like opacity, evangelism, and zealous capital pursuit. I’m crying into my sea urchin soup rn, and I plan to cope by combing actual travelogues until I find one as illuminative (eagerly beginning with Jan Morris, herself)
Being another 20 years removed from the last sanctioned visit to Hav, my standard grief at putting down a masterpiece is here accompanied by despair over the seeming loss of the city-state altogether. Hav’s allegories have before our eyes bent further into maze-like opacity, evangelism, and zealous capital pursuit. I’m crying into my sea urchin soup rn, and I plan to cope by combing actual travelogues until I find one as illuminative (eagerly beginning with Jan Morris, herself)
