Lungs By — Duncan Macmillan =link=

Lungs won’t leave you with a solution. It won’t tell you whether to have the baby or save the planet. Instead, it leaves you with the feeling of holding your breath underwater—that pressure in your chest, the ringing in your ears, the desperate need to break the surface.

Go see it. But bring tissues. And maybe a Xanax. Have you seen or read Lungs ? What did you think of the ending? Let me know in the comments below. lungs by duncan macmillan

What makes Lungs so painfully relevant is its central conflict: Lungs won’t leave you with a solution

At first glance, the setup sounds almost deceptively simple. A man and a woman—simply named W and M—stand in a bare space (no set, no props, just two microphones). They are in an IKEA. They are having a tense, whisper-argument about whether to have a child. She wants one. He is terrified. But within ten minutes, you realize this isn't a play about baby names or nursery colors. It is a terrifying, beautiful, and devastatingly honest calculus of love, guilt, and the planet we are leaving behind. Go see it

Duncan Macmillan has written a play for our age of anxiety. It is small in scale (two people, no props) but infinite in scope (the entire future of the human race).

The Weight of Air: Why Duncan Macmillan’s “Lungs” Will Leave You Breathless