This text is a conversation replete with broken edges and fragmentations, jagged in its attempt to grapple with insurmountable grief and loss. In it is a summoning of our legacies of struggle, as we search for guiding certainties such as that of the sun. Embodied in this rehearsal is a sensorial envisioning of an orbit of return, entangled with refusal, memory, and grief, and ruptured by the inconceivable violence of annihilation of our people in Gaza.