In the SHIV design process, we’re coming back again and again to this passage, below, as a guidestar for the aesthetic world of the play.
SHIV: My father grew up in Punjab. Before the green revolution when it was all sand as far as the eye could see. He’d tell this story about how some nights it would storm, you could hear the wind and sand whipping against the village from every side. When you woke in the morning, the land had shifted in the night. It was like the topography of the world had changed, familiar hills and valleys gone, new ones have appeared out of nowhere. You stayed in one place, but the map of the world changed. And you had to go out and discover, and map, the world anew. For yourself.