Svich brings you the brink. You are at the edge-lands of despair. I is coming age amid a barren landscape of memory and dust. I is wishing for those past who gave them goodness while noting the futility of wishing. But then there’s a badger. And a cleaner in a remnant of a once splendid opera house. And briefly some good happens. Going forward may mean letting go of what sustained you/them. The play haunts and mesmerizes. Both I and Albermarle will stay with you for a long time. As will the nature of hope.
Svich brings you the brink. You are at the edge-lands of despair. I is coming age amid a barren landscape of memory and dust. I is wishing for those past who gave them goodness while noting the futility of wishing. But then there’s a badger. And a cleaner in a remnant of a once splendid opera house. And briefly some good happens. Going forward may mean letting go of what sustained you/them. The play haunts and mesmerizes. Both I and Albermarle will stay with you for a long time. As will the nature of hope.