Don’t Feed The Dead Animals

Luc Braquet gets at something real with that title—the futility of tenderness toward what’s finished, the way we pour care into nothing because we can’t help ourselves. There’s a cruelty in the instruction, or maybe a mercy. Either way, it sits with you wrong, which is probably exactly where Braquet wants it. I’ve always been drawn to work that refuses to be comfortable, that makes you feel slightly foolish for your instincts.