Laurie Anderson, the maestro of his own desires, takes center stage in this solo performance. His body moves with a rhythm that's both primal and poetic, as he explores the contours of his own flesh. The room is his orchestra, the sounds of his pleasure its symphony. With each stroke, he conducts a crescendo, his body tensing as he nears the climax of his self-composed sonata. This is not just masturbation; it's a performance, a dance between man and his own desires.