this deserves to be played in a half-construction site basement just out of town to an audience of 20 weirdos that all have relinquished all grasp on traditional forms of art
the soundscape and visuals felt like choking me out
the "i love you too", and the chapter that followed, felt like a gut punch (good)
the mirroring of how the text in limacina open seasons unfolds between the whole-word angels and flowy humans forms a lovely metanarrative throughline! really reframes what angels can even be in this world!
the line of Her hand gliding over entrails almost made me tear up