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([personal profile] aedh Oct. 15th, 2025 10:23 am)
I don't think I've seen any theatre since 2019 and I've missed it. So when I learned that darkfield radio had an installation nearby, and all the accessibility info looked good, I hiked my way off to Stratford to see some shows.

Darkfield specialise in immersive audio and the shows primarily take place in pitch blackness. There's a built in sequence of taking you into the dark and out again so audience members have a chance to leave safely if its too much.

The shows have trigger warnings. The shows need trigger warnings. All of them deal with dark heavy themes and the darkness leaves you isolated and alone while voices whisper into your ears. I found it a very intense experience. Enjoyable, but walking the line of overwhelming.

Even though you can't see it for most of the show, they've gone to the effort to create seating that puts you into the setting. Plane seats for flight, modified laundry carts for eulogy that is set in a hotel, beds for coma.

Common to the other bits of immersive theatre I've seen, the plots are looser. Go in expecting to come out confused and feeling like you've done a high adrenaline activity.

Onto the shows.

COMA: First up, I managed to miss that medical experimentation was a big part of this one. Oops. Leading to some strange interplay between my experiences with the medical system and the show. I don't think I was suppose to be considering my trust level in the production when asked to take a placebo as part of the performance. I think we were playing around with real versus imagined and the trustworthiness of authority figures as the man in charge took us between worlds that all looked just like this one. Delightfully creepy when I got out of my way enough to focus on the performance.

I think I ruined the ending for myself by getting distracted thinking about how I was going to get out of the bunkbed, but that was probably inevitable.

EULOGY, with its focus on death, was also perhaps not the soundest of ideas. Going through the hotel floors and the way they made the lift movement feel real was intensely satisfying. Having a companion whispering in my ear as she guided me through and listening to conversations taking place at multiple distances was a delight.

I suspect I was supposed to feel anxiety at giving a big speech all unprepared. Sadly, that's happened enough to me in real life that I was distinctly unbothered. They gave me a eulogy that felt like it was read from a co-workers leaving card, bland and insincere. I enjoyed it in a masochistic kind of way, which I'm aware is not entirely healthy. Lots of themes of being trapped in a cycle in this one and a lovely closing note of understanding what you were in the scene.

Overall, I really enjoyed it and I'm contemplating going back for the two shows I didn't see.
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([personal profile] naraht Oct. 3rd, 2025 10:14 am)
The only two things certain in life are death and taxes. In the hangover from Yom Kippur I've just finished filling out my Report of Foreign Bank and Financial Accounts, which I loathe with a passion. But death seems more significant this year.

Last night I got back from Yom Kippur services exhausted and still a bit light-headed from the twenty-five hour fast. The first thing I saw was an email from my mother about "the attack on Manchester." Amazingly it was the first I'd heard of it. The security people at the synagogue must have known but I don't think most people did. I should have realised when I saw a police car outside in the afternoon that something must have happened.

This is apparently "the first deadly attack on a British synagogue" and the deadliest attack ever on a place of worship outside Northern Ireland. (Per a useful thread by Sunder Katwala.) Also last night one (1) of my colleagues sent me an expression of sympathy, for which I was, and am, ridiculously grateful. Local and national Muslim leaders have also posted statements of solidarity, but taking the mood as a whole right now it's easy to feel (and maybe this is because I'm still exhausted, but I feel I've been exhausted for a long time) that most non-Jews are not interested in solidarity with the Jewish community right now because they don't think it's compatible, rhetorically at least, with being against what Israel is committing in Gaza. (And the ones who are, are interested for the wrong reasons.)

Hearteningly, Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez did post a statement of sympathy – but most of the comments (on BlueSky! not even on X!) were variants on "Anti-Zionism is not antisemitism" or "Criticism of Israel is legitimate." I would be a whole lot more convinced by the former if comments like this didn't keep cropping up on posts about Jewish holidays and/or the death of Jews.

(Feminism isn't transphobia, but you'd be amazed how many purported feminists haven't got the memo. Being anti-crime isn't racist or anti-immigrant, in theory, but you'd be amazed by how many people use one thing as cover for the other. I could go on.)

Anyway, the other email I came home to was from Caledonian Sleeper, saying that my journey to Aberdeen this evening has been cancelled due to a storm. I managed to quickly rebook, so I'm now going straight to Inverness on Monday for my writing retreat at Moniack Mhor. It's a shame I'm going to miss my weekend in Aberdeen but maybe I needed the rest. And it doesn't seem so important right now. I would really like to wear my little magen david necklace up to Moniack Mhor but it gives me pause that so many people seem to be unable to distinguish "I am proud to be Jewish" from "I support genocide."

Like I said, I'm exhausted.
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