13 October 2026
Folder (working title): at Yenah's grandmother's house, the ornamental chairs in the kitchen were a looming gathering of stages under the dining table. One night, Yenah left a folder of work documents on one of the seat cushions. I saw it catch the moon from the floor in low light, frozen like a cubist corpse or a mostly rigid fortune teller fish within the curling wooden networks of the furniture. An open casket of receding planes and information spotlit but obscured. Not lying flat, but between waking and sleeping, rising and falling.