The Rainbow of Wounded Insects is an ongoing and ever-changing theater collaboration and macabre dance with the nonhuman in the form of the puppet. If Walter Benjamin describes “conjuration” as commodity fetishism – the co-opting of the true langauge of things by the language of capitalism – then RWI is the sacrifice of the object’s use value in place of nonsense,: the space of death, abjection, and communication. Like a butoh dance, communication can take place only during crisis. The cast of characters in this play (THE CHTHONIC ONES) are composed of debris from the garbage heap: brims of straw hats, leather, paper, bits of paper, pulped books, eggshells, excrement, and nameless patches of darkness. Broken down, laid bare in their disjointedness, they represent a species that is perpetually on the brink of collapse. Like idiots, they run away, half in a dream world, trying is escape a prison of mist: exhausted, slobbering, panting, and laughing.