A trumpet sounds. The march of animals and the woman who is close to death. These [images] both overlap at some point and create a chain of mountains around the Dead Sea. . . . Do the animals feel an incredible love for the eternally dying woman? . . . The lady gathers up her skirt to respond to the incredible love.¹
Viennese Waltz Scene²
I imagine a scene in which a ﬂock of ghosts pours out of an abandoned castle as if in competition with the ﬂowers. When I danced this waltz in Europe, it was like strange ghosts of the dead stared at me, it was a feeling as if beauty and splendor suddenly blossomed in the midst of misery.