Previous Shows: 2015: We Play So Hard At Being Human: Maria Theresa Barbist
No, it's just a regular one. A story for storytelling. The heart rips out its own strings - stilling the moving parts – a machinist nightmare. Strips of cloth make ragged dolls. Myself looks at me with broken eyes. I'll rip it out myself next time. The body always waits and I pity them, these things and those parasites. I have a knowing I don't know...which reminds me, I shall make noodles and get some fresh air.