Pity

Two bombs in one day is a foul coincidenceDon’t forget the lightning strikeA 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.