"In Call Me By Your Name the camera is embedded in the filmic world; we can feel its presence."

“They function like sharp inhalations—these concentrated, cut down versions of our lives that don’t demand we redecorate, unpack our boxes, bed in, but float on the perfumier's tails.”

What does it mean to leave insomnia behind?

Su's video art warps and fragments the body, facing down the medical gaze

"I was 2 many / too many times distanced / from you my nature"

"You visit a sunset to watch yourself shrink. You imagine its stillness might displace your sense of stuckness."

"Against the teal, sealed mermaid tails, your tentacles flail in vaudeville skirt flicks; they crown an orifice liberally, speaking a leakiness. Self-enchanted shapeshifter, if you can take any figure, this one must mean home to you."

"Looking downwards reveals a sunken cultural world that provides a unique perspective on the way we live."

"Grief opens up your constructedness-by-others. You met me at a very strange time in my life, and so now you make me up, and I still don’t know who either of us are."

"What do you miss most? A cold pint perspiring in the sun on a sticky pub table. Weaving through a crowded street."

Lakmé and Arête

"We spent school mornings walking past the wall, repainted several times over in a muddy red."

"Growing up, my sister and I inherited a patchy quilt of half-remembered films. Our mother spoke admiringly of ‘wonderful’ scenes between actors she couldn’t remember, in a language she couldn’t recall, in a film that possibly didn’t exist."

A five-song cycle.

We need to take this time to enter into a new contract with grief, which is not actually a new contract, but a contract that already exists and which we consistently ignore

'crust' and 'whelks'

"The words we use bear traces of every place we have ever been, every self we have ever inhabited, and every person we have ever loved."

"The car is moving, on this verge between two stops."

""I thought she was a bit fatter from her pictures," he says, and one man in the audience cheers."

"The translator devours and consumes the foreign text, boils and digests its content and context in their stomach, absorbing it as nourishment, and then spits out a translation."