A gripping tale, cellular and celestial, boundlessly imaginative yet so achingly *human* - Rowland's play unfolds like a mystery, each page asking questions and pulling me deeper into the world. There's a symphonic quality to what she pulls off here, the rise of tensions, the pace and reveals. It's spacious and close - The way, in the days and weeks and months (and years) after a loss, the world, the sky, the day, looks different. Just a beautiful piece.
A gripping tale, cellular and celestial, boundlessly imaginative yet so achingly *human* - Rowland's play unfolds like a mystery, each page asking questions and pulling me deeper into the world. There's a symphonic quality to what she pulls off here, the rise of tensions, the pace and reveals. It's spacious and close - The way, in the days and weeks and months (and years) after a loss, the world, the sky, the day, looks different. Just a beautiful piece.