In Sunderland’s dystopian-surreal visual and textual assemblages, we are the machines, the machines are dying, and our insides are nebulae. With deadpan-poignancy, its reportage of near-future failure, Refrains is a microcosm, an eco-Covid planetary factory, that projects the shiny flesh of the stars. In this ‘meathook galaxy‘ where everything is fetishised and the intellectual is coupled with the simple and childlike, glitter is sprayed all over our absurd and precarious position in the universe to illuminate the performance of consciousness and desires dancing à la Guattari.