There’s a passage that my character, Sunshine, says that sums up the play, that I thought resonated with me whenever I read it. It answers her questions about this evening that the story takes place in.
A price has to be paid by someone, Tobey. Look at what we have today–only by paying out in sweat and tears have we come to this place. What used to be buried is now re-examined and seen for its potential. Can the cracks and chips be repaired, or overlooked, perhaps viewed as character? Is there inherent value? Is there a chance, no matter how remote, for reuse? Or, should we see it for what it really is?