These newfangled orders from Kolkata have me feeling like I’m holding a controller for the first time, all clumsy-thumbed. All this talk of "aesthetic" and "Instagrammable" when all I know is the smell of wet clay and Ma’s patishapta. Makes me want to hide with my little clay squirrel and an old transistor radio, just me and the static.
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