“Water undoes me.”
The heartbreaking resonance of those three words in the midst of a lovely soliloquy in a play filled with poetry… “Water undoes me” undoes me.
While the actors need not be, the style, tone, and emotionality of the piece is undeniably Japanese. Like shadows projected on the paper walls of a pagoda, the characters’ souls know darkness and a sorrow that defies light. Words are their swords and shields, and the goal is life… at least for one more day.
Breathtakingly elegant, dreamlike but grounded. This play is a testament to compassion and hope.
“Water undoes me.”
The heartbreaking resonance of those three words in the midst of a lovely soliloquy in a play filled with poetry… “Water undoes me” undoes me.
While the actors need not be, the style, tone, and emotionality of the piece is undeniably Japanese. Like shadows projected on the paper walls of a pagoda, the characters’ souls know darkness and a sorrow that defies light. Words are their swords and shields, and the goal is life… at least for one more day.
Breathtakingly elegant, dreamlike but grounded. This play is a testament to compassion and hope.