Lunar Inter-face 1: This first and smallest of the three is the broadest space, a forest humming with violence and transformation. The dead and dying trees emit rings of impact which shudder through interconnected limbs, the younger trees must shoulder this burden and walk on. (It’s a full moon—and every nerve/synapse/sensation stands on end)

Lunar Inter-face 2: Here is a being which has become unrecognizable to itself- a swirling, mutating mass, flesh taking flight. The pressure grew too much with the mounting moon overhead, and in the bathroom mirror, the window beckoned an escape to beyond.

Lunar Inter-face 3: Finally, the beginning of this story. The performance of a party, the mingling anxieties and awareness of one’s out-of-place-ness breed the need to hide in the bathroom. The music still pulses through, but in this moonlit space the soft light reveals a transformation, a protective, expansive exterior. To go back into the crowd in this state would call for a fierce vulnerability, there’s no hiding one’s strangeness as before.

…So onto the next and the next piece, a body unmaking itself and then fleeing into the woods.