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thats an interesting point but the thing is
When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to...”
I woke up thinking about zombies.
Because I distinctly remember, the first time my Haitian mother saw me reading a copy of the Zombie Survival Guide, she didn’t think that shit was funny. Zombie shirts? Zombie movies? TV shows?
She hates all of it.
Because Zombies are a legitimate cultural anxiety back in Haiti. I’m not talking about flesheating bullshit.
If you’re unfamiliar with the background of zombies in Haiti, go look it up.
Because the Haitian zombie isn’t just someone who is drugged and rendered basically brain dead - they are enslaved by the person who was paid to create them.
Think about that. Think about that as a legit cultural fear for an island full of black folks who cast off their oppressors and have struggled ever since: being re-enslaved.