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On a stage that might be a painting and might be a page torn from a book, three women unravel a broken, looping text on high art and impermanence, nostalgia and loneliness, spoken in a voice by turns sardonic and melancholic. With its deadpan meanderings wrapped up inside of a woozy, drawn-out hymn to lofty ideas and base desires, the show asks what we might cling to and what we might love in an ever-louder, ever-accelerating new century we seem already to be leaving.