'In the room of your childhood with all the lovers that ever were.
They're making love illuminated by neon. They're pretending to make love. She's watching him watch her. She's watching her watch her watch him.
Together they're rising. The room is pregnant with glass and mirrors are bursting. He's you, she's me, the room is pink and full of powder. The floor is tracked with veins, wheels, rains and sobs..
A couple in a broken down room revolve through a series of role plays - some memories, some fantasies; some innocent, some horrible. The watcher watches; talks; describes them; the identities fuse and meld and there's no longer watcher or couple; no longer man or woman; just sex.' Source: www.theatreguide.com.au/ (Sighted 05/11/2012).