a comprehensive urge, to unearth all that is found within; into expression. our wriggly movements, the second we flinch and freeze; are incidents too telling of our internal turmoil. often, more than what we perceive them to be. what we once formed, within our heads; into incoherent sentences, found an escape – an outlet. our fingertips, hostile nudges, rolling glances and crumpled frowns. language, encompasses a physical form through our bodies. it’s way of expression, a universal knowing; a shared fable.