Khor understands how important the small things are when you’re healing; that convalescence looks different to everyone. Amy arrives in your inbox with a need to take control of their life and a stronger need to do something that feels tangible. The format means the story plays like a conversation: you learn more about Amy, warm up to them, and Amy opens up to you, time rendering the desert into a blank page you both itch to fill. You understand why Amy, and soon Ai Mei, is doing what they’re doing because they explain it as they go. It feels normal, friendly, even as the structure of life at the motel, and linear time itself, begins to shimmer in the desert heat.
Interstitials: Eurovision Greats
Playout: ‘Love, Love, Peace, Peace‘ by Måns Zelmerlöw and Petra Mede