“Dead alive, dead outside, alive inside.” Come near Catarina. The barely literate young woman is writing her “dictionary” in Vita, an asylum in southern Brazil where the ill and unwanted are left to perish. “What I was in the past does not matter.” Abandoned by her family and medics, she invents a new name for herself—Catkine—from the drug Akineton, one of many that mediated her social death and supposed madness. “Mine is an illness of time,” she tells the anthropologist. Drawing from her startling poetry and a multitude of associative objects, the enraptured artist opens our imagination to Catarina/Catkine’s life of the mind. “When men throw me into the air, I am already far away.”