The only way in is through the wound – where it all starts, always – the wanting melting into self-annihilation. You try to hold the shape of affection, but it burns, then folds, then forgets you. Every touch finds a new exit. I was a constant for something ever-leaving.

A study of obsession pushed past recognition, ANTEMORTEM traces what begins as consuming love as it deteriorates into illness, dependency, and quiet violence. Across three movements, it charts the slow transformation of intimacy into grief. Written with surgical clarity and unnerving intimacy, Casmond V. Sogia renders connection and loss in the language of the body – precise, hallucinatory, and devastatingly human.