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How many up above now count themselves —Dante Alighieri, The Inferno Wealth deludes its slaves. —St. Augustine, The Confessions
Money doesn’t make itself—it’s always taken or squeezed, blood from bone. Writing letters from an alternate Toronto on the eve of revolution, Nina confronts the way wealth is hinged on exploitation as she questions a man who took something from her a long time ago. Read You Have Too Much Money below. |
