Lizzy’s review published on Letterboxd:
If poets knew they had only 12 hours saved, would they maintain the song if it would never be heard? Aliken to silver scarrers and isolated within their buckets. The story of paint is a beautiful and bruised one; laced onto the paper grounds but flooding from birth to splatter for death as a member of wider words. Millions of graves are put in place at the approaching night. Millions of graves are in those buckets.