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body as oracle, a trance, a rhythmic interface, an atmosphere, a landscape with the texture of my current mental state. a dance informed by everything and everyone i have ever encountered, seen, heard, felt, been beside that has become part of me, as i try to identify my own voice. and then see if i can stand it. nothing ever really goes away. a choreography that prioritises density over going anywhere, noise over silence, now over yesterday and pleasure over doing it right. a meditation on osmosis and internalisation, the responsibilities of blackness and queerness, the pressure to ?take space', the feeling of being possessed by other people's fantasies and the fear that my own would just be too rude.