Frequently, given any opportunity, our stepfather will tell a joke about a farmer and his pig. This performance is our attempt to retell that joke as an exploration of the activities of love and language. Dismembered and reused as a kettle-full of yellow molasses, a single string is poured onto our shoes, reminding us that creatures can be lonely too. This performance is about us, what we would have done, and what’s inside our ribs.
Composed of one sound score, numerous movements, two creatures, and a string.
For a large class of cases of the employment of the word ‘meaning’—though not for all—this word can be explained in this way: the meaning of a word is its use in the language. — Ludwig Wittgenstein (PI 43)