The story of irreversible dislocation. The pain does not come from dramatic abuse, but from every confirmation of "being needed" in daily life, every old and new bruise on the wrist, every sound of air that reaches the tip of the tongue and disperses. When the body becomes a testimony that cannot be appealed, when the past can be encoded as the narrative of the "twin brother", when the angle of elevation becomes the default angle for her to see him - the cicada chirping ends in midsummer, but midsummer never ends.
Concept: sexual transformation, daily life, depression
