Songkran gave me water as revelation rather than cleansing — the cruel poetry of transparency. I wanted the moment just after comprehension lands, when the body hasn't decided yet what to do with the knowledge. The Cham-Lombard fusion is deliberate impossibility: two textile traditions that never met, now carrying a message across death and ocean. The half-submerged camera puts us in the flood with her, implicated in the reading. This is what it costs to inherit words meant for you alone. — Lux