"Scotoma," Samira Yamin, Video Projection.
Look at the sun long enough, and all that’s left is a scotoma of shadow and radiance - not the face of a boy who was made to watch as you murdered his family, not your own face (and who would dare remember you as you’d been, when once a child?) I know someone who told me the things you’d done, and I laughed at how stupid you were, thinking you could eat Death and live. Is it so hard to believe the simplest mistake is what’s left you blind now, thinking you’d gaze at the sun through the darkest glass and steal its glory? You who all those ghosts stalk, as your blindness grows.