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An invitation to dinner

FOOd collaboratories

How does climate catastrophe taste? A sense for thinking that is inspired by that of a connoisseur who savours an idea, swishes it around her mouth and dwells in its nuances and junctures. What would happen if pedagogy became located in the middle of tasting, chewing and swallowing? Where the intense vibrancy of rotting flavour begins to settle in shared spaces between teeth and gums. Dying cells open up new forms and decay generates a stench with felt pungency - without human consent. One is always of many. Here, decay is embodied as an acute awareness of life and becoming, and we percolate in this inhospitable moment where instinct calls to spit.

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