I do not know how anyone would stage this, but I really want to see them try. I thoroughly enjoyed this. It's a dramaturg's playground, a director's saw-trap–– but not unsurvivable.

The form creates a lovely dream-space in which its two characters grapple with identity and their experiences of existing and taking up space, altering space, and altering the script (or pdf) in which they exist.

An awesome read, and hopefully soon, a very awesome production.

Perhaps impossible for the stage, perhaps bursting to be done. Ferrara deals in meta in a way that doesn't overstay its welcome, and feels delightfully haunted. Adorations, adorations!