If you don’t know who you are and you don’t know where you’re headed, you might find yourself spiralling in ever-tightening circles until you come to rest in a nondescript part of town in a crummy two-star hotel, where the service is churlish, the lift doesn’t work, the toast is burnt and the pot plants set off your allergies. But keep your expectations low, really low, and, who knows—you might be pleasantly surprised by how everything works out.
A hotel with reservations. Award-winning playwright Daniel Keene’s play is an eccentric fable about taking up residence and trying to move on.
