The show begins with a body dressed up as an altar—cheap, improvised, disposable. What should have been nourishment or consolation is served instead as waste, as parody, as an offering nobody asked for. The body is streaked with fake scars, smears of matter that neither sanctify nor beautify, only underline the futility of sacrifice when staged for an audience hungry for spectacle.

• Egon MonsivAIs

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