Now there follows: casual shots from performance fragments by the TRUPPE FLEDERMAUS, riders on the ice floes, lost as they are in Vineland, beyond the edges of the town, the village, the city, in the barrens, the half-lands, quarter provinces, the watermeadows and sand wastes, marginal traveler folk, extinct animals, drowned worlds, downed trees, eroded into the sea, here we sing in the dead neighborhoods, abandoned suburbs, forgotten carnivals, of dead dreams and passing things.