subtext:

in a world where liminality is too often the metric of growth and the underbelly of containment, the intersections of identity position the body into spaces that are unimaginable, science fiction, and all the above. the turbulent nature of accepting the unwanted, beneath the undesirable is the kind of 'intersectionality' that unspoken. the time it takes to become one with the self, to find some peace, or be contained within the containment of an oppressive world. therefore, the way out, or the position that it is necessary to get out of that containment, out of one's body, is that which is unsaid, unseen, and unfelt. it is subconscious, it calls us to other worlds, other stars, other planets, 'other.' but in the end the goal is clear: to be someone.