The disused warehouse given over to this immersive production was once a storehouse for newspapers (Rupert Murdoch’s, in fact). So it is well suited to the show’s central concern – the archiving of words, although the fictive “arkive” stored here is for every single digital expression since the inception of the internet in 1983.
It is impressively gargantuan, with rooms as big as aeroplane hangars. Within them there are tight tunnels made of wicker or white padded material, the latter reminiscent of Punchdrunk’s Viola’s Room, also staged in a vast space.
