“I think the weirdest thing about theater is that everyone agrees to lie together, very seriously, for a couple of hours, and somehow that’s supposed to get us closer to the truth. Like, you can’t just say how you feel in real life without it getting awkward or ruining something, but put it on a stage with lighting and suddenly it’s profound. Maybe what we actually need isn’t honesty—it’s framing. A spotlight. A script that tells us when it’s safe to mean what we say.”
These are ten-minute plays—just enough time for something to almost happen, and then not quite. I like that. No grand messages, no tidy endings, just people brushing up against something real and not knowing what to do with it. It’s like catching a thought before it disappears, or saying the right thing a second too late. If it feels unfinished, that’s probably the point.
