I used to take walks frequently
I tried to touch the folks I met along the way.
But I only stripped them with my eyes.
I also used to have a kitty cat.
She gave me all the love I needed.
Then I was taken.
The others named it sexuality.
Today I‘m going for a walk again.
I hold my eyes like marbles in my pocket.
And time and time again I take them out to play some game,
But what I really want is to attract wild cats with them.

poem by Lilian Frank

Cora works as a nude model. In the middle of a séance the photographer goes and leaves Cora alone in his studio. While waiting for him she examines her own body which is reproduced so impeccably in the photographs. Scenes from her childhood enclosed in her body break through her skin to reach the surface. Is Cora the same lonely maiden from the past? Do earlier experiences exert an influence upon her body, her sexuality? Fantastic bodily images assail her. Are these unconscious representations, or photographs that Cora takes of herself? Does Cora accept this flood of images?