These are traces of the eye of Direk Jon Lazam in his short film of my performance poem, Infinite Gestures: Chicken Little.

And what an eye, with my “I” looking forward, looking back. In this pandemic time, I realize, the one eye, the filmic eye, engages with the performance and performs meaning itself. I enjoyed Direk’s perspective and attention to meaning and detail.

Salamat! Father, father, the sky is falling.