What an epic and bold piece of theatre. The dialogue is pure poetry and the stage directions are thrilling. A play about what it's like to be truly known and loved by another person. I couldn't help imagining how these stage directions could be achieved as I was reading. A challenge for any adventurous director and designer. The possibilities for stage magic are truly endless. Anastasia West is such a fresh voice in our current theatre landscape.

The work here... it slays. The incredible, immense, vivid imagery... universes unfolding, the hells we create for ourselves? This play prods, pokes, decimates, incinerates. Intimacy and distance folding in on one another. The shifts from creation to destruction and our own interpretations of those transpositions are put to a test here. One comes away from the work being taken through an often harrowing and yet thrilling and illuminating journey and awed by the worlds that are created from the tiniest of pebbles. An incredible piece.

Anastasia West is fearless. I've watched this play grow from its first draft to its recent state as KCACTF regional finalist and every time I read it, I'm stunned by Anastasia West's fearlessness. The work that Anastasia generates is as if Sarah Ruhl wrote Artaud's 'Jet of Blood,' with heart and daring and not giving a damn about the problems she lays for future directors, because the thing that has to be written has to be written. This is a play about longing, isolation, terror, hope. It'll go a long way eventually and I am enjoying the ride.