I WAS IMPRISONED, COMPAÑEROS / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo
Let’s talk about Steve Jobs, Freedom, and how an official from Cuban Intelligence can’t turn off an iPod. Like the Cuban language itself (impossible), like the poverty into which the imagination here has fallen, like the remains of the island culture (fortunately now Balkanized without origins or teleologies of chastity), like our insulting ignorance of … Continue reading “I WAS IMPRISONED, COMPAÑEROS / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”