The Journey is a collage of parlor game, Renaissance pageant, broken record, crazy wisdom, wild west show and fluxus feedback. Its madcap pacing and wily, kinetic language never spin out of control; as though the play’s theme were some king of dead star no longer capable of illuminating the action, but by virtue of its “gravitational pull” keeping it circling it.

Perhaps the rite performed by the characters in the fine scene–“The Monument of the Unknown Saint”–reflects this dynamic; if so, it is at once homage and reflex. The “monument” represents whatever you–as reader–might bring to the play. The Journey is cosmology; and the monument to an unknown saint is its Big Bang, its exploding template.

- Left Hand Books