Pity

Two bombs in one day is a foul coincidence

Don't forget the lightning strike



A normal day. A person stands in the market square watching the world go by.

What happens next verges on the ridiculous.



There's ice cream. Sunshine. Shops. Some dogs. A wedding. Bombs. Candles. Blood. Lightning. Sandwiches. Snipers. Looting. Gunshots. Babies. Actors. Azaleas. Famine. Fountains. Statues. Atrocities. And tanks. (Probably).



Rory Mullarkey's new play asks whether things really are getting worse. And if we care.