ABSTRACT
Imagine a vine that has sprouted all young and bright green. It grows and the leaves form stages for the insect types to walk all around. No one watches but the ants. Eventually they perform Hamlet, in its entirety. The earthworm makes a magnificent Ghost. Imagine that this vine grows up and round and round a young woman just standing on the lawn as the beetle holds up a skull—alas, alas. It covers her toes and then her feet and calves, thighs, and so on. She doesn’t notice at first, but when she does she panics and begins to struggle. The ants begin to watch her. Has she become the show?
