We prefer the butterfly to the caterpillar, but we are wrong to do so. Every butterfly regrets the transformation and wishes they were still a caterpillar, joyously eating, no place to go but the next leaf. Every leg so warm against the green, and no need to ever consider making more creatures. There is no future in reproduction. Caterpillars are queer; butterflies hopelessly heteronormative.

• Sektion Section: Film
• Programm Programme: Breach