Blanks

The woman has just got back from her holiday and now she is standing in front of her broken postbox. The duplicate key that she thought was in there is missing. Instead, an unknown woman is sitting on her windowsill smoking. But instead of sending the stranger away, she allows her to squat in her own rooms and witnesses how the other woman gradually makes everything in the flat disappear that reminded her of her own earlier life, as if the past were simply being erased. Everything suddenly seems like a façade to her – did she ever really live here? Is all this really the pitiful remnant of a completely interchangeable existence? The more she spirals into these thoughts, the greater the difference between herself and the outside world seems.

Blanks is the introspection of a woman who no longer recognises herself, like a look in the mirror from which a vision of herself that was never part of her life looks back at her. In this dense and atmospheric play, Dorian Brunz tells of a total withdrawal from society and the shimmering state of loneliness in which the distinction between reality and hallucination becomes fluid.