A theater monologue about black holes and heartbreak
There is a black hole in my house. At the kitchen table. In the place where she used to sit.
How do you give words to a deep loss?
In the musical monologue ‘Zwart Gat Antarctica’, Hans Van Cauwenberghe goes looking for it literally very far. For an hour, he crosses a story about a breakup with the scientific theory of black holes. How long can you stretch a metaphor before it snaps? Quite far, it turns out.
‘Zwart Gat Antarctica’ is a performance about black holes and therefore actually about nothing. But is nothing nothing? The only thing we know for sure is that love is the strongest force. Even if your longitude is sometimes wrong.