This absence, like the blank spaces in Zan newspaper, contains the potential for liberation. This absence leaves her films on the verge of collapse, but in doing so, it forces us to hold them together ourselves, and gives us space into which we project our desires, our visions of freedom. The silences in which the soul can take refuge.
Read More
I posted an excerpt of Enayat on my story, and one of my old college classmates messaged me, “Did you know my mom wrote this book?” I didn’t. I told him to tell her I was a fan of the book. I sat for a while and wondered about obsession.
Read More
She has bound herself to listening and has been careful not to speak for her subjects. Even the very act of stealing the camera is part of this redressing.
Read More