it starts in the act of lifting up a rock to uncover the mosses and fungus and bugs. it takes this one lift to realize the world of immaculate chaos under layers of our hair and skin. It's where it begins, like sin in a strip joint, the unfaithful 'good night' of a liar, sneaking out to foreign bedrooms, the ensuing glitter midriff of a tree plucked so much she is barren. It is a harem, abattoir where the faithful find themselves facing the firing squad with minds full of human bodies.