Solo performance by Shinichi Iova-Koga.

"each of its simple elements is deeply thoughtful and apt, from Sheila Antonia Bosco's spine-tingling soundscape to Allen Willner's fog-drenched lighting to Cassie Terman's poetic fragments... the real intrigue of "Milk Traces" is in the tiny, ever-so-intentional gestures, and in Iova-Koga's astonishing acts of self-puppetry. At one point, with Iova-Koga somehow contorted into a ball, his arms move with such deliberate individuality that they look like worms sprouting from an eerily headless torso. Later, when he slips inside a coat hanging from another rope (a body for this soul-in-waiting to inhabit?), his physical sleight of hand really does make it appear that the coat is a ghost about to possess him."

~Rachel Howard, San Francisco Chronicle