The chaos of a house move.
hints at the darknesses beneath
The upending of a divorce.
The claustrophobia of an obsessive relationship.
The feeling that something is not-quite-right.
One woman trying to make sense of it all.
Unfortunately, the woman desperately attempting to separate dull fact from dodgy fantasy is our unreliable narrator… and possible / probable antagonist. So if it’s answers you’re after, you’ve come to the wrong place. Writer and performer Nia Williams deploys a poetic knack for helping the audience visualise the frantic, whirling colours of her character’s fixations, and layers her writing with clues as to the deep-seated unhappiness and emotional frailty which drives the superficially so-far-so-ordinary plot yet hints at the darknesses beneath. This familiarity of her environs and situation help feed our growing unease: are we dealing with good, old-fashioned neediness or something more sinister? We never quite find out, but put it this way: if I were her nearest and cringe-makingly dearest, I’d be sleeping with one eye open.
