Hari Kunzru

 Brothers and sisters, we, the interns, are united at last. We stand shoulder to shoulder, our poorly-fitting new suits rubbing up against each other, causing static. But we don’t care, because soon the power structure will start to crumble. The end of our struggle is in sight!

We liked to do things casually. We called at the last minute. We messaged one another from our hand-held devices.