Richard Maxwell

In the anonymous light of a hotel room, and for just a few viewers, here is the story of a solitary human being who struggles through the night to assemble the puzzle of his life. As usual in this playwright’s work, the existential glimmers on the surface of the quotidian, shedding a curiously tragic light on the banality of an insomniac night. For the audience, the experience flirts with intimacy and voyeurism.