In a closed room, a group of people trapped by their surroundings accept their predicament. The Eyre, a naive young stranger, poses the question of life outside the room and the claustrophobic existence of this strange group is challenged.
This play is kind of stupid but affectionate stupid, which I can appreciate. It’s not my favourite and honestly not the most memorable thing I’ve read, but I did enjoy it while I was reading. Weird little play, decent time