The publication at the end of the sentence, it rotted extends the installation of the same name into a written landscape—merging poetry, essays, and auto-ethnography.
With a fragmented structure, the multilingual text is rooted in the instability of language across borders, bodies, and generations.

Written across geographies—between The Hague, Beijing, Shanghai, Randers, and Brussels—it reflects on the diasporic experience of language loss, linguistic friction, and the politics of the mother tongue. Moving between auto-theoretical writing and asemic fragments on 104 pages, I write with an I—using language to explore language itself from within; an appropriation of how words are never innocent, and an attempt to unlearn fluency.