For the brave: I dreamed I was in a field, walking slowly uphill together with an old man. We were on our way to cath a bus. I was smoking a cigarette that the man had given to me. The old man put out his cigarette in the green, wet grass and I felt I should do the same. I didn't really want to. As we reached the road I was still holding the burning cigarettebetween my fingers.
For the cautious: A composition of movement and language conceived and perceived through arbitrary personal choice. A one-man show.