I, Residue

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This is the story of unruly desire, one that poisons and impoverishes: the tale of a modern King Midas, crossing borders and unearthing everything that is presumed to be valuable. Yet here, the golden shine that should emanate from the king’s touch is missing, and all that’s left is an all-encompassing abstraction. This filmic fable speaks to the anonymous racialized bodies trapped under the impossible demand to fill a growing void that leaves only annihilation in its wake.