This is a play about how time moves. How it moves around us, sweeping us into its raging river, and how it sweeps through us, sweeping our lives up into the dustbin of death. If we are aware of the speed of time, can we step outside the raging of its river, and if we could, would we want to?
From Deen: “Time seems to speed up as we get older. But is this true? How can it be that time gets faster? But it feels faster. As a child, a summer day was endless and sometimes boring. As an adult, I cannot find enough time to entertain boredom. How is that possible? What does time feel like?”