THE HOUR WE KNEW NOTHING OF EACH OTHER TICKETS

Twenty five actors, 450 characters and no dialogue: A play without words. For a moment, a bright, empty town square. And then a figure darts across, and another, and another – business people, roller-bladers, a cowboy, several street-sweepers, a half-dressed bride, a film crew, a line of old men, a tourist, a beauty in a mirrored dress, Abraham and Isaac, a family of refugees, a fool – more and more people, the bizarre and the humdrum, fleetingly connected by proximity alone.