Act 1. The Metamorphosis
A scream, but a muffled scream. Dry. The caterpillar eats the butterfly. A metastasis that transforms the flesh. Twists it. The skin turns cruel. It buries us. It holds us. […] And the body itself becomes a memory. Nothing throbs any more, nothing feels. Only the scream, but a scream of flesh. Soaked.
Artist's text. Excerpt.