Upon arrival at The Lab on an unusually windy February night, I encountered punctuations throughout the space that Julie Tolentino would map out during her impending performance. (Ritual.) Among these was an altar. A mirror rested behind a burning pot of flowers and leaves, exuding an herbaceous scent that slowly infiltrated and awakened my senses. … Continue reading Entangled Vulnerabilities: Julie Tolentino’s .bury.me.fiercely.