In my image

Maybe after the body's matter decays
Something else remains
Invisible
We wrapped ourselves in layers of nylon
We peeled until the peel turned into a reflection

Now we can separate from the body

observe from outside

hover in the dark field
meet the characters we created
fall back into the material world
back to the craft
serve the dance
imagine death
feel alive

A stage piece for 5 dancers, 3 puppets, and other unknowns