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The show was called The Incidentals. Even its title felt like a shrug. Its first season had featured the public events everyone already wanted to watch — concerts, protests, carnivals, car crashes — 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 performance, catastrophe, or miracle. The tagline said: The drama of those who don’t. The first time I saw it, on a bus shelter backlit by rain, I thought, incorrectly, that it was a joke.

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Forthcoming in Landfall Tauraka No. 251 (May 2026)