Virtual Stage
My room is filled with the traces of myself. Threads of the nerves criss-cross the entire room. I am the spider of the web. My head has exploded.
Prince
Performance Butoh-Kaden (1996)
From the world of materials to the world of fine nerves, the traveller gets caught by the red threads of nerves the starving ghosts put out. The nerves multiply to entangle the traveller. Cannot move. Confined in a pair of mirrors by the twin dolls coming out of the mirrors, the traveller disintegrates.