SchizophreniaThey are trapped. Wind continues to blow. Night falls.
In this moment, black human hair sneaks in and roams the white stage floor. Trampers keep on spinning and jumping, unware of the changes around them. Hair is stirred up by their movement and sticks to the sweaty bodies until it is too late for them to run away.
Trampers' plight are reflected and distorted on the shimmering mirrors of their mind. They are trapped. And hair continues to float and whirl.
Philandering
The Corporal Punishment
The Galaxy 
Sexual Desire
Wolf packs 
Inferior mind 
Transmigration 
Insomnia 
Counting down
Chameleon
Shattering
Be Accomplished
Resignation
The expressway
