Occasionally Nothing

The near future. The world is nearing its end. In a bizarre bomb shelter, Harry, Clay and Luella, British expats, cope by taunting each other with warped games of verbal wordplay and by blurring each other's realities while losing touch with their own. A bleak glimpse at life in the dystopic wake of a failed revolution, where war abounds, words have lost their meaning, and people have lost their way. How did the world ever get there?

This prophetic play that premiered at TNC's DreamUp Festival in 2018, a crystal ball chronicle of today's desperate events, foresaw the disastrous trend toward totalitarian behaviour through dictates and mandates.

"No one gets a deathbed anymore," "It's a pandemic apparently," and more caused Crystal Field to proclaim:

"It is hard to believe that Natalie wrote Occasionally Nothing in 2017. Its predictions of what is happening today in 2020 could have come from a crystal ball. A dead-on tale of dystopia with a dash of absurdity, it reminds me of Pinter and Beckett, gives you a lot to think about."