These varied images (of flame, ignition, and fever) cannot help but capture the visual glory of environmental ruin

What does it mean to speak of beauty at the end of things? Is there not wonder at the sight of miraculous catastrophe?

They appear as hallucinatory vistas, these sites of devastated terrain

There are paintings that go beyond their frames.

The drums have an irrefutable connection to thunder. They both reverberate, or relentlessly vibrate, and in this way extend into space

Who is to say that the snake did not materialize from the interiority of the minister? That it did not curl out as the very modality of his ethnocentric delirium

a scene deliberately rehearsed to make the protagonist seem naïve when faced with the stored sounds on the disk.

The circumstances of exile are translated into constant movement, translation, and borrowing (that seems more like stealing).

Our lives are permeable to flows of capital and violence.

Death is a ruthless collector; it would not allow its name to be called over and again in false offering. And so it is that this abusive summoning does not go unpunished