Writer & critic
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“She resurrects in prime time: body motioning, edges blurring; an unflinching sovereign in liquid crystal.”
“Squeeze its lively juices. Discard into the pot. Watch how it simmers. Listen to the summoning ripple underground.”
“To put a name to them is to place a limit to their existence; it matters more to us that these bodies do not abandon one another.”
“There are no prophecies at the end – only mercurial missives...”
“...a small, nondescript sliver of flavour, destined to trace the tip of your tongue, triggering a nothing memory for the rest of time.”
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