On the walls of the gallery are dozens of little Rhodoid masks. A black chair is placed in the center of the gallery. Dressed in black, I begin to knock down the masks with a whip. Idols and mythologies crash to the floor like flies, once the walls are bare.

I sit on the chair and tie one end of a string to one of the bars. I then tie one of my legs to a leg of the chair. I go up to my thighs then go on to my other leg, go around my waist, then trap my left arm in the thread, continuing until my entire body is tied up.

I rock on the chair back and forth, more and more violently until I fall over. Ever an insect prisoner of a trap, I crawl to grab a mask and eat it.