On the surface, Proctor’s ten minute is a sketch (and a fucking hilarious one at that). But shave some layers of rock down and we can discern another level of musing, “with enough time, everything fades.” Are the gods and worries and concerns of today going to exist hundreds of years from now? Thousands? Decades? A fun, irreverent reminder to make the most of the time we have, and that thankfully, we are all at least better off than Sisyphus.

Rock it science isn't exactly what it used to be, and neither too are the Greek gods. Unfortunately for them Erosion is not within the domain of Eros, but for a few minutes it can be for the cast that rolls along with Proctor's tight 10-minute script. Witty and charming, with an outcome we've all been hoping for in our attempts to battle our own uphill metaphors.

Budget Cuts. Real, scary and an effective way to break out of a prison made for eternity.
Proctor's short two hander is a great piece for those with no boulder to push as well as for short play festivals to produce.