This piece is an interrogative: a construction that conveys the force of the questions that we face every day upon clocking in, or upon cogging in, as part of THE MACHINE:

We really do just show up every day to do this again, what the hell?

Cotton is no longer the fabric of our lives. So What is? What is the grand material of today?

When does something become so recognizable it's unnameable? What was that video game clawed?

What is a hotspot? And What is it doing to my ovaries? Mom? No, BOMB!

Taking place on site,

Wifi under the skin

The faintest bit of hope giving way to a warping of time

A puzzle completed and the picture does not match the box

Infinite uncertainty

Innate confusion

Lobsters, cigarettes, straight lesbians, phone calls from our boss, human connection, video games, quicksand, stunts, deep extended tied lore, eavesdropping, holdingtender holding

PHONE CLAW FOR MISTER is a play on a play: a physical theater piece that combines clown, absurdism, dance, and farce to explore .corporate confusion and the corporeal experience.