It happened so slowly, nobody notices. Or, it happened so fast, it felt it had always been. They paid the unmentioned price. Victims of their own brilliance: the cliché epitaph that is, was... will be? Whatever the case, victims is true, at least. Brilliance is where things get fuzzy. Director Shilind Wheaton’s original production Where Are the Walls focuses on the struggle to recognise the dehumanising semi-existence that is life in a tech-obsessed society, and what needs to be done to ensure that the light of a generation is not set to auto-dim.