Stück Namenlos

Imagine walking into a theater and BANG, you're locked in with crazy people who claim that they're not crazy, who of course don't even know that they might actually be crazy.

Worse than that, they scream at you:
"Welcome to Metadrama! Imagine: four viewers. And by all means, you have to have exquisite taste in art to see the non-presentation of a play as the greatest art!"

Huh?, you think to yourself. "No piece?"

Yes, now it's getting dicey. And it takes concentrated intellectual acumen to decipher this confusion. The problem is that you can no longer leave the theater, because if this really is a play, if non-presentation means presentation, and the audience are the protagonists, you would be destroying art by leaving the theater. Impossible sacrilege! And if this is not a play? Yes, then of course you would be really screwed...

An evening of narrow-minded nonsense, full of absurd abstraction, full of philosophical obscenity. You will have to ask yourself: What is happening here? And is it even important to know? It would be wrong to name, because naming is limiting. So we serve up: STÜCK NAMENLOS