Mahdi Rahman, a man of humble endowment, takes center stage in this intimate solo performance. With a soft, almost apologetic touch, he wraps his hand around his unassuming shaft, stroking gently as if to coax it to full attention. His strokes are measured, deliberate, a dance of patience and appreciation for the smaller things in life. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, a private moment of pleasure for the connoisseur of subtlety.