Devastating. I live near Kingsbridge - the one in the Bronx - even if I don't actually live in the Bronx. There is a drawbridge to get there - I've seen it open. I've sat in the traffic when it opens and boats pass beneath it. Only in summer though. The ocean comes up on the tides and fills the river (the Harlem river). I love a play that reminds me of my own sense of sadness, a play that ends with a question and before that a kind of

Anna Langman has a true gift for world-building in her plays. This one is her world-building at its most absurdist and confounding. The world is an enigma but we can feel for it. We especially feel for Tomcat in their soliloquies as they just long to be understood. Long to be loved. Long to enjoy simple joys. This is a play I could experience a thousand times in the same production but still find new passages to walk down and caves to excavate.