Their stage is a vast wasteland. From its dark dampened base, jagged wooden poles protrude skyward where once trees had been placed.
There are no rehearsals for the players cast in these roles. Nor guidance from a director on how to act, react. How to proceed.
Last of ash twirls in a conglomerate of water and flame retardant. Atmosphere choreographed in smoky orangey hue.
Flames leap to the other side of the highway. A new stage is being set.