“Let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.”
Let’s “go where our mothers couldn’t,” argues @ria4983.bsky.social, in an essay that contemplates Virginia Woolf, Chantal Akerman, and reading “beyond the limits of genre and authority.”
In the hands of this writer and this filmmaker, “the mother” is someone with whom to have a lifelong conversation, a contested perspective through which to read the world.
