The images and text of Joshua Lutz's third monograph unravel a story of attempting to find some assemblage of truth in the chaos of hierarchy, class and privilege.

“There are these two worlds vying for my attention at all times. In one of them this diagnosis has metastasised to the brain and I am no longer able to care for my children. The bank takes over the house and I become an albatross in hands not fully formed. In the other world, noise shuts down for a very split second and the smallest fragment of light becomes a pathway to immortality. Colour is no longer a placeholder and language is no longer a tool. You can read this as small moments of clarity or large chunks of confusion. Either way, they mix with the noise and become gaps I long to possess.”

As the reader travels from a monochrome world into colour, they are confronted with a space of groundlessness, where the protagonists cling to everything they believe to be true.