In Polylogues, the audience is watching me, and specifically me trying to listen. You’re watching that effort.
In the alchemic container that is Weird Classrooms, anyone’s expertise becomes compelling.
The journey of stepping outside to see this play felt like seeing this play itself. It is a bullseye, thrown from very near the bullseye.
The language in the play is often poetic and strange, shining unexpected light on the real, sad ways that we often miss one another, even as we suffer in close proximity.
We go on with our daily lives, reacting not much more consciously than the sheep, who respond to their concerns only by releasing little poops.