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Colonial ghosts still haunt these walls <\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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an archive. to remember. to change. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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“One day you return to the city, and you find there a bridge trying to close a wound that’s way too deep”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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To see the world through a new lense. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Decoloniality is a fairly new concept that studies and challenges the notions we no longer think about. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Where i’m from?”
“Why do I eat this?”
“Who I really am?”
most importantly-
“Why should I care?”
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“Who’s benefiting from my ignorance?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The music we make carry not only our present, but the legacy of our ancestors. The same can be said about the music, the painting, the clothing, and every single one of our expressions, as culture cannot be killed off when their children still live and their heart still beat as loud as the drums. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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