Butoh-fu
Strong love for one’s flesh.
A spinning top, made of flesh, is revolving on the floor.
This, the object of desire, is supported by a specific mechanism.
The more it is real, the more it is mysterious.
What is about to crumble is barely protected by form. What is grotesque spawns from time.
Why does a human being have such a shape? Start the dance from the anonimity of the flesh. Separate the limbs.