Like the many stab-happy movies it imitates, watching Camp Miasma is as much a physical experience as it is an intellectual one.

‘I just want to keep doing, and creating, and moving forward. I’m also never really satisfied.’

Rumors swirled around Mari like a second shadow. Rumors that her mother had abandoned her at a gas station, left her strapped in a booster seat in the back of the car with the keys in the ignition. Th...