Blog: Review: ‘Maybe,’ where the dancer becomes the audience and the audience becomes the dancer

When Théret exited, everyone hung around, unsure what to do. But with the un-performer gone, the un-performance had surely ended. The papers left for us on the bench were not programs, it turned out, but rather, poems or word prompts, each unique. A sample: “What is going on? I don’t know. Wait we payed [sic] for this? I don’t mind.”