I wrote SHIT in 2016 in response to yet another terrorist attack and the PTSD that that then triggered in me from past attacks (such as 9/11 in NYC and 7/7 in London - in both cases I was living in these cities when they were attacked) and more personal violence I have experienced and witnessed. I was not alone in this response. Words fail in these moments when all that exists is a kind of anxiety and falling apart into little bits that will not cohere. Traditional story telling does not capture this state, because this state is not clean, resists any one narrative and is in flux - not staying anywhere long enough to be pinned down and in this way eludes any sense - insists on its fragmentation, resists wholeness (which is in any case an illusion that always has to leave out something). This play is my attempt to touch that - or at the very least point to that ever-shifting space - offer a way to explore this territory without making the false move of making it static.