There are echoes of concentration camps in the senseless cruelty of their confinement, the endless cracking of the whips of the mysterious prison guards, the sickening inevitability as they discover, over and over and over, that everyone else on the planet imprisoned in the same way as them has perished. And for what? A project with a vague beginning—the ‘confusion’ the women allude to, sirens and fire and being taken from their homes—and then nothing but an endless, pointless confinement.
