Nothing connecting these threads but my own love of them. Bleeding wounds, animal headed hunters, giant puppets, conjoined twins.

“But her carriage was lost in the tempest, and now she’s somewhere else…”

“How dare I feel this and do naught but sit on my hands”

“Begged the thunderbolts to strike and mark me as alive”

“Don’t you feel like severing?”

Theatre of Cruelty

“Hilum” by Les Antliaclastes

“A micro comic-tragedy based on the cycles of the washing machine and set in the basement of a rundown museum of natural history. Orphaned and cut off from the ordered kingdom of curiosities upstairs, the cast of nursery rhyme characters, cartoon images, and mischievous urchins turn playtime into a theatre of cruelty.”