A story that sticks with you many, many, many days later. A world so vivid its like you are dreaming awake. Time is fucked with, humor is deployed when you forget how to laugh, and you leave feeling clean, alive, and new.

Romero’s play is gorgeously poetic in how it weaves together the natural world with the tangible pain of the characters who inhabit it. Romero treats trauma with such exquisite care and artistry, offering the chaos and intensity of the natural world as symbolism for their internal struggles. Part magical realism, part eco-drama, all riveting.

This is a beautiful, visceral, metamorphic play.

It masterfully weaves together the storylines of humans, animals, and human-animals with a truly poignant love story about healing and the transformative nature of disaster, catastrophe, and the worst things that happen to us.

Romero always knows when to be expansive with language in well-crafted, gut-wrenching monologues, and when to be spare, in the frightening, heartbreaking scenes that precede cataclysm.

The final moments of this piece are vibrant, cathartic, and left me weeping. I truly hope theatres will produce this brilliant play about the aftermath of trauma, hope, people, and shelter.