In this scratchy, euphoric collection, bodies morph and collapse into one another. Flesh melts into soil, fungus creeps across and under the skin. The quivering, vulnerable lyric ‘I’ is unselfed again and again as desire radiates beyond its well-worn channels, finding new ecstasies in queer entanglements with mire and matter, twisting vegetal forms and entities as enticing as they are amorphous and strange. This is The Metamorphosis for an age of zero hour contracts and climate grief, where we smear our face into dirt just to feel something. But none of these encounters, these exchanges, are wasted. ‘We are seam-stitched in the seething earth.’ In Urth, every body, in joy and terror, becomes something else. In these unmakings, new mouths are opened, speaking obscure and urgent language. Each dissolution creates the possibility of becoming-with.
                                                                                                                                                                 - Samantha Walton