“Listen. Innumerable eons ago, when the first amniotic egg hatched in the primordium do you think that it knew its progeny would bear the burden of the knowledge of good and evil? Of life and death… to know the dread of its own mortality?”
“Of course it didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because it was a fucking frog… or something.”
“You sound envious.”
“That’s because I am.”
Hostile Architecture Presents:
The Terrible Somnambulists:
Absurdity in a Single Act
Written and Directed by: Cody Jarrett
Starring: Mike Silva & James Gregory
Drawing on the traditions of Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter, and the theater of the absurd, “The Terrible Somnambulists” is a two-hander overflowing with comedy, tragedy, and existential dread. Two cowards awake immured in a strange darkness beside a single solitary lamppost, a bloodblack void that all the dread and all the fear of the beasts of the earth would come up short to fill — and they’d include themselves in that category. One recalls the world outside, one doesn’t. Dreary clockless hours pass by until all thoughts wither away, save for one salient inquiry which burdens the mind like a child’s fontanelle pressed on by unkind hands. Should we remain here by the cold comfort of the lamp, or sojourn alone into the unknown in search of something better? What follows is a conversation on helplessness, loss, and regret — the extremities of companionship, and the weight of time. Does the burden of memory propel us forward or hold us back? Does hope of the future serve to stifle and delude our motivations, or drive us towards our goals? Morose and absurd, the result is a debate on how to dig ourselves out of the graves we somehow find ourselves buried in.