For the dancers

I think the dancers can somewhat  model time. Time is a behavior. Time is a synthesis. Time is plastic. Transparent.

The dancers were  rolling themselves into a hibernating form/posture. Hibernation reminds me of cold. Of an igloo. In Bengali I would call it 'ghor'.Illusion or something close. Mesmerization my father says. A shape which would hide themselves in a rigid dark world where deconstruction is essentially rhythmic a phenomenon.
I have seen them hibernating. The cold getting released from their beautiful mouth.