Tire-deprived cars splayed out on concrete blocks littering lawns in need of mowing. AC/DC and Ratt t-shirts, the sleeves of which must be ripped before the shirts can be worn with dignity. Angry mutters carrying talk of auto plants and every kind of mill slamming closed their doors, blame that bastard Regan if you please.

As the producer/ director Sarah Cameron Sunde puts it, Norweigian playwright Jon Fosse believes that all theatre is a perpetual dialogue, forever in translation.