Colours revolve by ancient forces. Demanding a moment for ritual healing. Drowning at the edge of eternity. The curtain falls. Dividing the present from the past.
Someone turns to the very first page.
In a different show. On a different stage. Let your luxuriant body, wave the satin sea. Allow this voyeur, on your private voyage. Bound to lead to the lights of Paris, sealed behind the r.e.m.