Crevice, Unfolded, Arrow from Morrow 

Where can one listen to the boundless howl of the wind? 

Repetitive shifts of paths, occasional collisions, 
 The bodies here are flickering.

Sounds pressing upon me, rewriting me with remnants and gentleness, 
Yet, unaware of their origin and destination. 

"Don't ask me, I am also perplexed." 

"Don't ask me, I am also perplexed.”

"Don't ask me, I am also perplexed.”

As if it is my calmest cry to the world, 
The response comes like a clear mirror, but it cannot stop the emotions embraced within. 

There is no one to confide in, 
Thinking of descending into the next crevice. 



Dance Theatre      60 min      2023