Il n'y a pas de spectacle

There is no play in that time slot, please don't come.

There is no play in that time slot, please don't come.

Neither show nor performance, amusement or entertainment of any kind. Who could bear to stay in this dimly lit and crowded room, with no one but the poor souls of the damned and the horrid presence of he who thinks high of himself for he is standing in the kingdom of the seated ? Who ? Oh, not me, that is for sure …
The fact that there is no show does not mean that there is nothing. There must be something, nature hates vacuum, but what ? Many a thing is not a show. Even a show can not show all. what is it then ? What will be shown ? A pile of eggs or pale gatorade ? A new product who ran out of luck ? None of that, you little brat, less than that in the turn of a hat.
But, wait, is this opaque summary not a little fishy ? A summary that tells nothing, what kind of shenanigan is that even ? What is this english summary for a subtitleless french play even for ? Why are you reading this ? Who are you ? Have you not heard that there is no play ? Go away.

Yet you stay … You stay because you are different, you want to know more, you are driven by this insatiable thirst for knowledge, you are made from the wood of those who ask "and then what ?", of those who think, of those who inquire. You are, but a discoverer, a conqueror, one of those great spirits that can change the face of the earth. And maybe, maybe you are, my friend, the only one in a million that will experience what is neither play nor foolery, a theaterless theater : no story, no illusions, no jokes, no tears, but something else, something captivating that lies perhaps in the subtle way the exit doors are clothe, or perhaps in what happens on stage, that I can not say for sure, but what I know is that there might be in lieu of a play something new that you do not want to miss on, no matter the cost.