A masked character on stage. A mysterious being, not entirely normal, not entirely human, not entirely anything.
Living is difficult when you keep moving and morphing. When you could be anything or anyone.
This character becomes almost like the dissatisfaction that grows within us everyday, the hunger for something we don't understand, for wanting more and keep fidgeting and shaking our lives, because nothing seems enough, and we are always late, never able to reach what we desire.
It is time to look at ourselves and be honest, why are we so fucked up?