The mind can play tricks on us so well, sometimes for its own reasons, or sometimes trying to tell us something that leaves us trying to figure out just what it saying through scattered memories and feverish dreams. In this stream of dreams, memories, and sense-memory recall, Doug DeVita weaves tales of Anna seeking something, although we're not sure what; and neither is she. The pacing is fluid, like dreams and memories, and the roles are so well-crafted that any theatre that takes it on is going to be proud of their production.
The mind can play tricks on us so well, sometimes for its own reasons, or sometimes trying to tell us something that leaves us trying to figure out just what it saying through scattered memories and feverish dreams. In this stream of dreams, memories, and sense-memory recall, Doug DeVita weaves tales of Anna seeking something, although we're not sure what; and neither is she. The pacing is fluid, like dreams and memories, and the roles are so well-crafted that any theatre that takes it on is going to be proud of their production.