This show contains: zero sandwiches, one (aspiring) clown, 78 attempts at meaning, and at least three feelings I can’t name but will perform anyway. As I was walking home one day at the Fringe last year, I had this image of The Void. This gnawing emptiness inside of me that I try to fill with everything possible, but that doesn’t seem to go away no matter what I do. This Fringe, I’m back with The Void, trying to fill it up with your help because I can’t seem to manage on my own.

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