Nothing at All

<span><p><span><b>An atmospheric rumination on gendered violence, cosmic collapse, and colonialism. </b></span></p><p><span>From deep inside a black hole, comes </span><span><i>Nothing at All</i></span><span>—the space where everything collapses: form, genre, gender, and being. Olivia Tapiero’s poetic  and essayistic fragments overflow with lyric beauty as they explore </span><span>how colonialism, illness, and desire intertwine amidst personal and collective suffering. </span><span>Generations, geographies, and desires mingle, contaminating one another in these anarchic, insubordinate texts. Here, the written word disrupts foundations and nations, claiming its own survival.</span></p><p><span><br></span></p></span>