An essay which utilises short fiction and music to reflect on the teleological determinism characteristic of historical Eurocentric theorising which aspired to a global universality. How can we think theory in the ruins of such meta-narratives? Does theory still retain an emancipatory function? Can global thought also mean an excavation of wreckages, or giving voice to revisiting spectres from the past? Can such ghosts meaningfully contest the “capitalist realism” which threatens the subsumption of futurity and utopian imagining today
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