A dirty, expensive city; present day(ish). A peculiar pandemic is blossoming. Public Health helplines are jammed with queries from the public about plants growing inside and outside of their bodies. Politicians are avoiding the bigger questions, vigilantes are fighting back at nature and a professor is in cahoots with a woodlouse because, why not?!

Subtitles in bold:<br/>A devised Performance Creation<br/>Directed by Jessica Carmichael<br/><br/>Grief: Shamed, Betrayed and Illuminated or: fuck &#65533;at least&#65533; how about: &quot;Quel est ton tourment?&quot;<br/>Part documentary, part fiction, part auto-poetical, part adaptation, this 6-credit creation will investigate, in the wake of recent world events, the ways we journey to disrupt, forget and perhaps confront ourselves to companion the immeasurable and personal loss of this lifetime and, from times immemorial. How do we truly companion each other inside loss? How do we look past fear, discomfort and shame and see another human being? <br/><br/>Using found texts, interviews, images, novels in the public realm, studies of the absurd, the cruel and more, students will collage together questions to be dramatized, explored, designed and embodied to find agency in a great time of community and personal grief.

Subtitles in bold:<br/><br/>Weaving Voices<br/>A choral work using afro-centric techniques and texts<br/>Led by Warona Setshwaelo<br/><br/>(I will add the description later)