Max and Kate have been in love, in secret, for a year.
“When we play things back; big events – say, the night you and your lover broke each other’s hearts – things tend to come in fragments. We bookmark these fragments, give them little titles; think – perhaps if I’d stopped there... perhaps if I hadn’t said that.
This play is written in those fragments, but plays out continuously. Like an out of control train, hurtling through an ink black tunnel. It’s true what they say – there’s always a light at the end. And we hang onto that light, because we’re terrified of the dark; desperate for it to lift; for some clarity. But sometimes, enlightenment isn’t actually all that bright.” Jess Sayer