Sweet and Low: Indefinite Singular is an artist's book, of a cellular cluster using text as a medium through which to understand "body," "systems," and communicative possibilities. The pain of that body, the mirrors and lack thereof, the strangeness of sound on the tongue becoming concrete, an alchemy towards ink and paper, a transmutation that hopes for healing for "self" and "other," for biome and kin. What does it mean if your practice is [questions]? What muscular yearning can be spat into paginated form, and plant, as seed, as rhizome? This, a foray. A void containing.