This installation at Prism Glassworks in Denver engaged the 'Feeding Demons' practice once again. The tension of time limits was our focus as we circumnambulated a small, enclosed room to the sound of a metronome, our pathway marked by the salt spilling from our leader's sack. Suspended above our heads were more bags of salt, the bottoms of which had been gently pierced and threaded with red rope, (a reference to the matrix of blood vessels connecting the physical body as well as the invisible cords of intent that connect us with each other). Our movements, dictated by cue cards drawn by spectators, catalyzed acts of aggression, retreat and stillness/neutrality/ignorance. The joker card, if drawn, meant a headlong rush into a cluster beneath one of the suspended sacks, at which point the thread was torn away, spilling salt upon us; stinging our eyes and blinding us with tears.