She's on her bed in her room staring at the ceiling. Gerard's outside, wrestling with some wildlife. Damian's hoping the gig will never end. A young boy goes on holiday with his parents. And me? Well, I'm sitting here, in my attic, telling stories I don't remember writing, while thinking about her. This is a play about family, growing up, missed opportunities and lost memories. 'A magical journey through the mind of one of the most fascinating experimental theatrical minds at the Fringe' (BritishTheatreGuide.info). 'A Borgesian grip on the imagination' (Scotsman). 'Intriguing, provocative, slightly infuriating' (TheWeeReview.com).