I am left simultaneously wanting to crawl in a hole and stand up scream out into the nothingness. It's great to be confronted about what we ignore every day. Some might not agree. And therein lies the beauty of this piece - you can go along for the ride and not read anything further. I am now watching Crash. I really have to stop torturing myself. But that is what this play does to you - you want more.
When do we stop being innocents? What incident forces us to cease to be naive? Does sexuality kill it all? How can we find happiness? Well, if this sounds cliche; it's not. A fantastically, original and postmodern success.
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