With a logic all its own, this strangely sexual, phantasmagoric
spectacle reconnected my brain and heart, reminding me that we
create theatre to hold a mirror, however skewed, up to our own
humanity. At least that's why I do it. When a duck rules the world
and yet, we are caught up in the question of "What to Wear?" When
it is against all of nature for us to consume our own kind and yet
we do it again and again - Powerless over feelings of inadequacy and
thus, those feelings rearing their head as superiority. Where we
put on uniforms, and, as the play seems to say with its recurring
motifs of dice and playing cards, have no choice in our fates, the
only choice is to imbue these uniforms, these pre-destined roles,
with our own sense of rebellion, abandon, allure and thus, thumb our
noses at what society seems to tell us we are and, more importantly,
are not. Where one person's unconscious rolled out on a stage can
inspire to let our dreams, frustrations and search for connectedness
take free rein.