Corruption is the disappeared body coming back to life.
Its flesh seizes the veins of the post-revolutionary state, pumping, circulating, and blocking in a synchronized manner while unleashing shape-shifting forms as its residue.
This ultimate stench of capital thrives in passing from body to body, as though an uncontainable viral flu.
Corruption may be the still-valid universalism in our midst, resonant since antiquity and continuing to find its strength as the invisible institution of neoliberal knowledge society, tasked with the administration of our collective depression.
Let us not forget our agency as tricksters
in the making-of-a world.
Corruption will always be the last of the undead to die.