ABSTRACT

Your expectations are again denied. You are not allowed to sit in the auditorium. Instead, you are guided to double doors leading directly onstage. There you are confronted with peculiar arrangements of chairs, platforms, odd bits of furniture and scenery. At the furthest end of the stage, beneath the jumble of rope and pulleys controlling the theatre’s fly system, sits a conglomeration of large platforms on which perch broken-down chairs, apple crates, a beat-up chest. Folding chairs ring the platforms, forming banks of audience seating.