The object is the icicle. Within each ice form, words are frozen on long strips of paper. We write on these strips words of bodily desires, urges, questions, wonderings, the perversions we are shamed to suppress. We are bringing our somatic experiences out of our bodies into words, and by freezing them in the ice we allow the ice to channel them and act as a vessel. Within the ice these words remain restricted, trapped and silenced, but also held and the words scrambled, open to new interpretations.