He was in a vast cocoon room chasing after the light he could see but not touch.
People will not see the light, and they will think that he is mad and that he is a monster whose mouths are silent. It is in the name of help and in order to correct his disorder. He is incomprehensible and wants him to form the background of a better-known world. And the bricks which are endlessly made of ridicule, and they build a cocoon full of friends.
Cursing the bright wall of man, crushing everything in the world that they think should not exist with their determined arm.
The cocoon room has grown thicker over time, like the sky is sinking. The wind-free waves, snoring in long quiet places, no one can see, and the squirts have the most dark tentacles.
Without the courage to look up at any space, he simply wanted to fold and compress himself to a place that was not frozen.
It was born, but it was felt that the world was devouring him. He wants to confess, he wants to redeem himself.
"For the sake of your cocoon, make me alienate. Let me oppose myself for you."
But what is his sin?
Does he breathe without weight? His unique coat turned him into another creature?
Whether or not it is supposed to be, it is the existence of a sound life.
Which one is not human and which one is not?
31 October
Saturday
7:30 p.m.
P4 Theater
Dance theater.
Cocoon Room.
It's official!
Letter of order: p4theater01