buried below.

The streets were empty of people, life-empty! There was an automobile. Inside, where she was seated were two men. Their flesh glowed, as if from gold. In some remote region, when they had driven out of time, they moved toward her. Rigid, defenseless, she felt their golden limbs warm against her resisting body. It was no use. They seemed to flow over her-inside her.

A barren landscape surrounded by the sea. A single building, white stone against an empty sky-"The Court." They arrived and led her into it. There, a woman, majestic in her black robes, her face masked, would preside at her trial. The jury-near-naked, their bodies twisting, touching, trembling, would respond to the testimony. A charge had been brought against her. She protested. The witnesses were brought in. She was stilled.

They were people from her past; a wealthy, elegant sensualist, with the tastes of a decadent aristocrat; a bright, free-living girl who gave her warmth and body for a little while to anyone who might need it; a lonely persecuted man who roamed the roof-tops of the city, looking into windows. They testify-and we see how this woman cruelly used her body, as if it were a weapon, against them, while its need, its pleasure burned below, wanting to be touched. But she will not see it! So the members of the Court unleash their bodies before her-offering them to each other freely, fully, so that she may see and understand. But she will not see it!

She is left alone in the empty courtroom to consider. But she is not alone. In the shadows is a man, accused like she, who like she has been left to consider his crime. They are not aware of it but their trial continues. They escape, they believe, and through the lonely, isolated landscape they try to find their way out. But there is none. The members of the Court hover near, always out of sight, always there waiting, waiting, until the wills, the bodies of the accused clash together. Then it happens they are there. They see-what you will see-what we will not tell you-what cannot be told. . A moment of anguish, surrender, piercing pain, release?? No! It cannot be told. . See it!