This piece first appeared in gal-dem’s UN/REST print issue

One night early in the new millennium, I was tearing through the streets of central London, running so fast it felt like I was flying. The black starry sky was melting into the purple streaks of early morning. I was breathless and lost and looking for something just out of reach. I stopped and squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them, I was looking down the street I grew up on, in a quiet suburb of London.

Then the knowledge poured into my brain, like the first burst of rain…

Suchandrika Chakrabarti

writer | comedian | buttondown.email/suchandrika

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