Irene The Alien travels across the cold infinities of space for a brief descent to converse with the singular earthling amongst earthlings: Katya. They discuss, with the tranquil gravity of deep space, the paradox of her early ejection from the Drag Race mothership, the chromatic splendor of dresses that gleam like auroras on a methane sea, and RuPaul’s rapt delight in immense mortal metamorphoses. Together they plot the firmament of cinema itself, ranking films as one might classify galaxies. Some are mere errant asteroids, whilst others are colossal nebulae of artistry. Enjoy this communiqué as a meditation on both glamour and exile, drifting endlessly through the black and star-strewn silence of space.