I've had a buzz in my brain

garbage in my train

of thought

 

I think the world happens inside of me

in an outlines shaped like me

 

This is a tribute to the body, to the one that rubs against the world and still manages to

carry on. The performance is like shared diary entries, a stream of thoughts and feelings

from two people; about the straining roles, the masks we put on, digging ourselves beneath

the layers. And finally, about encountering humanity in ourselves and in others, accepting

the shells.

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Theater smoke will be used during the performance.