“Pondicherry possessed a preserved Eurocentric sense of relaxation that one can only imagine; harkens back to its colonial roots when the town served as a haven for French settlers seeking respite.”

“A day in the life of a wannabe animator.”

“So when all that is left of me is love / give me away.”

“I will take her to my favourite cafe and order alternative milks.”

Backstage at Deathwatch, I felt a rearticulation beginning in the vocabularies of everyone there.

Our eyes can only see so much, and they see cities very poorly.

To be in and represent a female body in the early twenty-first century is to explore the beautiful and discarded, and tell one's story through new forms.

Achieving strong liminality is like landing a coin on its edge: a difficult feat but the effect is impossible to substitute.

An homage to intergenerational love.

Childhood imagination – strangled dead from this codified, mundane and despairing task of appropriating (dressing) ourselves – was revived.

It’s like realising you’ve left your umbrella behind somewhere, but worse.

Every life spread out, mine parallel to yours parallel to everyone else’s.