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Nocturne The theatre is a lake where water buffalo sleep A bottomless sink, a maze. Like the lonely play of children, tracing with their fingers, slowly slowly always retarding. Sleep, the deep, black lake. The scene develops as strange living creatures emerge from its depths. A bird. A Iittle girl. An animal. A shadow. A white ox and white sheep. A princess. A man of water; Laughter and ridicule. In the dream, as though chasing the shapes of dreams, or being chased by dreams, the four dancers roam about constantly as they dance in the quiet of the night. by, Ebisu Torii |