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The show was called The Incidentals, a name that sounded like a shrug. Its first season had featured the public events everyone already knew — concerts, protests, midwinter carnivals, kapa haka competitions — but the cameras never moved toward the centre. Instead they hovered at the perimeter, studying the crescent of faces that formed and re-formed around each catastrophe or miracle. The tagline said: The drama of those who don’t. The first time I saw it (on a bus shelter, backlit in pale rain), I thought, incorrectly, that it was a joke.

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Continues in a forthcoming collection (late 2025)