A dying T-Cell, an alien left behind, man, woman, child or fetus,

a creep,

a ghost,

a worm toasting in the sun, a donkey or a specimen on a lab tray. 


Beauty. 

All dressed up with no a party to got to.

Fame with no audience.

The End.

A hero nearing the end of an illusion

A few years ago,  I found an injured bird, tortured by some poor soul with fire.

I stood by him and his mate, waiting until the police came to terminated him.

Meanwhile, I felt sorry and ashamed for my self and my kind.

Solo Dance, concept and Choreography: Riikka Theresa Innanen   Music: Puccini