With plants in the audience, the session unfolded with striking realism as the awkwardness of group therapy became painfully apparent. As we shared our hopes and fears, plastering aspirational bullshit meaning to the company's "song", testimonials came from every demographic, about lives struggling with this problem... if it is a problem... because don't some people just like to masturbate? But as tensions rose between our gradually revealed cast, the strings of the show began to reveal themselves as we learned the participants' notebooks are actually scripts, while the audience's own contributions did little more than contextualise a vague plot.
The experience itself was captivating, with the fourth wall so broken it didn't exist in the first place, but for a play so intent on being immersive, it faltered over its own hurdles. Whilst still remaining effortlessly thought-provoking, this experiential piece ended up feeling little more than simply a theatrical experiment. Which is a shame. Because it really was an evening I won't forget for a very long time.