Slow Death

A man is confronted with the necrophilic reality of his obsession as the object of his desire is killed. A love affair with the image of a woman is an eventual commitment to the dissolution of her mortal body. Is man’s obsessive union with the feminine ideal impossible? Does the violence by which it operates prohibit it from moral purity? As romantic fulfillment falls short of its remedial promise and feminine symbols are abstracted from bodies, what are you willing to sacrifice for beauty?