It was snowing. That soft, gentle, sticks-to-your-eyelashes-and-eyebrows kind of snow. The wind was blowing softly as taxis and cars whizzed by. Haruka snapped shot after shot while we laughed and walked through the streets. 226 more words
Postmodernism is disposed of incisively. “Just as Western politicians and generals annex foreign lands, postcolonial theorists argue, so Western intellectuals impose their knowledge on the rest of the world,” Malik writes.