It starts with a helpless and lonely knock on a shaman's maloca door. What follows is a fantastical 'ayahuascean' theatre tale weaving through geographical lands and metaphysical realms. It's a tale about what it means to be human, a tale to remind ourselves of our responsibility within the grand scheme of things, a tale to burn to the ground the idea that nothing can be done, a tale about looking at our helplessness in the eye and rekindling the hope that the state of the world is not out of our hands and that things don't actually have to be this way.| 30 Nov 18 | The Cockpit Inner London, Greater London Performance Details => Venue archive |
