Immortality and forever are concepts that can only truly exist in fantasy, yet Webster, through vivid writing, describes them as something tangible, visceral, so tactile as to be squirm-inducing. I love the way this play depicts the craft of preserving, treating the actions and rituals of these characters like they're works of magic. The setting here may be rooted in familiar staples of americana, but through the lens we're given here, even the familiar feels strange, ancient, rotting and malevolent.