This keyword is inspired by P. Staff's multimedia art installation Conjunctions (2021).1 They write, “a conjunction of / touching you as the end of you—” with a curious syntactical slash between the preposition of and the gerund touching. As two planets conjunct—from our eye, a citrine stud pricking the darkness above our blue curve—they invent, over and again, their relationship. One unlivable. The other becoming so. What do they whisper to each other? Astrologers will tell you, but only because they do not know. And still, in the silence between these celestial spheres, they touch. Just as your hand gropes in the dark toward your lover. There is lust in touching—that reach which disturbs. Even the sentence “my finger slides into his moist asshole” is lustful, touching within touches. How verb and preposition luxuriate with adjectives and nouns: our language wants fucking. Within the texture of conjunction—a connective...

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