‘If it’s dormant forever… isn’t it just dead?’

Picture: a warm, bright, delicate cage. Inside, a tangle of electricity, sparks between two young bodies.

In our most intimate spaces, who do we trust to keep the darkness at bay? And how do we navigate the hard wires of another being?

Eventually, the moth must realise his return to the flame is no longer romantic perseverance, but delusion. The bulb flickers. Giving up is an option.

The performance of Lightbulbs is a work in progess performance.