This play is un-synopsis-able. It is fucking WEIRD. Are you into weird shit? Then check this play out. It's also experimental AF. But know this: Aristotle is dead (has been for a long time) and we live inside a postmodern echo-chamber where everything is fragmented, skepticism runs rampant, and absolutely nothing makes sense. This play is an existential scream born of this moment. It’s also messy, loud, unapologetically political, and includes some radical puppets.