A freaky surrealist piece about the embodiment of the grotesque and the loneliness of being othered, as well as the cruelty of realising too late where your priorities should have been and the things that stole that clarity from you. I need to think about this more but I found it beautiful and earnest and ambitious but perhaps not equal in what it was arguing or saying. I don’t think I will ever forget the meat quarry 🥲 The Substance and Poor Things girls will love this one!