The pigeonhole principles go thus: i) if you press a button too far in the dark, coloniality vanishes into a rabbit hole, ii) lock your suitcase at your peril, lest it burn the verity Of all that is holesome, and iii) go where the flow takes you, but suspect the master's tools as much as you trust the baker's bread, squeaming at the principality of it all the way to the bank -
Guy walks into hardware shop; asks for the master’s tools. “What would you be needing those for?”, the shopkeeper asks. “To dismantle his house.” The shopkeeper – a girl named Audre – hesitates first to tell him that would be futile, but then chooses not to remain silent.
