This is a work in progress. A spoken word piece recorded with a looper. I would potentially play it on the loop and choreograph to it. It is essentially about how when I feel mortal I feel that any sort of Identity can be a cage. There are so many ways to think and be and only one life to live. Yet by being afraid to be labeled by others I have found myself hiding out. In fear of having to choose who to be I become no one, and In those moments its as if I have already died.

I want to harness the idea of death to my back as something that motivates me and pushes me forward to become my best self with urgency. However, I sometimes find that for me it is more likely to become something I trip over, and with my face in the mud I can’t reply even if someone were to ask me my name.