Untitled Play

“Untitled Play is life. Life, too, is an untitled play. Especially our life today. Someday it will be defined, given a title, but today for us it is ‘without title.’ Life. Until death. Which, as Chekhov wrote, is also an accident that determines nothing, changes nothing. Even the death of the hero is incapable of changing anything. Especially since, as it turns out, there is no hero.”