Rhapsodic and aching - there are so many lines and moments in this play that I love. Putting paintings on the floor just to say you have them, playing hide-&-seek without lives, owing money to coworkers who just died... Svich beautifully sums up in the line "Abt ordinary life but how it gets struck by the strangest kinds of things."

I had the opportunity to view a filmed version of this piece via Teatro Paraguas. Caridad's writing is so precise--not a word wasted--and the play breathes into the open spaces. It's a haunting and evocative look at connections of all kinds--loving, caretaking, transactional. It's a many-layered piece that is sure to stay vivid in my mind.

How might one find transcendence in a fallen world? How might we connect in a world where touch is not permitted, and where even virtual communication has been monetized? Where we have lost any sense of the land? And where, to top things off, one is going through a break-up with one's lover while caring for an increasingly debilitated elder? Count on Caridad Svich to once again ask the hard questions, thrown into stark relief by the pandemic. Count on Caridad Svich to summon the requisite faith in love and poetry to imagine there might yet be redemptive answers.