Untitled (After Eureka) is a visual poem and a meeting of choreography, text, and video. It is a response to the moments of hopelessness in the aftermath of heart brake. Considering Edgar Allen Poe’s use of the word unity in his prose poem “Eureka,” I am thinking of it as another word for love—physical and conceptual. If these things are material they are held together by an energetic force like the joint of a wooden chair. They may part, raising the question of what remains where there was once physical unity. As concepts they only meet on the edges of their existence as dualities, such as night and day.