Fragments, movements, and radical unselfing coalesce in a collective treatise on the poetry of charged spaces. A hazy screen marks a violence that cannot be traced. Felled trees drift along a bayou tributary, in search of a disappearing home. Childhood excursions are revisited, unearthing obscured truths from spring-fed rivers and snow-capped mountains. Strained desire and brute force commingle in the cramped quarters of a hostile hostel.