Here's a rough translation of what I'm hearing on my headphones:
"She's coming in all her forms. Her intent is beginning to reveal itself, acknowledged and unacknowledged, through humankind's misaligned attempts at progress and technology. But using her own hair and oil and Internet, through objects plugged into each, she's conquesting with floods and droughts. Many are and will be lost through the consumerism, the consumption, the depletion. She is what is and what lies with, empty and full, the first story, the thing desired, the vertical and the horizontal, the mistress as the master, the constant off which two men hang on either side. She is the tree and the fruit and the biter. She is playful, kind, mean, dangerous, she makes you shake, shiver, grunt, and groan. She looks through others' eyes at you."
