So started the enigma of a show by Andrew Schneider, which I saw on Wednesday, the opening night of its second run in New York. Its first run left Nicole besotted, and I wouldn't be surprised if she (and her co-hosts of Maxamoo, the theatre podcast) shifted a hefty proportion of the tickets. Particularly because, as someone else on Twitter noted, Nicole is rarely wowed, so when she is, you gotta take note. Nicole was volunteering at the venue the night I saw it, so I arranged to see her afterward.

An hour later, when we met, the tone was one of relief: for me, I was relieved that my body had started functioning again after a breathtaking finale. For Nicole, she was relieved that she could *finally* speak about the show. To speak of it, you see, is to take a walk through a field of spoiler-mines. It is truly one of those 'you had to be there' shows. The experience is all: not only would a description of the show fail in all ways to represent it, but the thing that makes it magnificent would, in words, be flat and lifeless.

Since then, I've been suffering from Nicole's affliction of not being able to say anything about the show for fear of spoiling it. But there's also another affliction, a guilt. I thought it was brilliant. But I don't think I loved it. And that is also related to words - not words that I can't speak, but words that were not offered in the first place. YOUARENOWHERE is a show of few words. Of those words, some are swallowed without being formed and most of the rest are spoken at almost terminal velocity. Like the light and sound glitches, the words leave a kind of after image and so the experience feels duplicitous.

I'm going to see it again on Friday. I'm going to find out why I don't love it. I'm going to claim the words that whizzed by too quickly the first time. I'm going to shift my gaze to the things I'm not supposed to see. YOUARENOWHERE is a show that will be different for everyone that sees it. For me, the relationship is one of defiance: the show defies me to talk about it, it defies me to cling to words that anchor my experience, feelings, thought. YOUARENOWHERE forces you to confront what you bring to the show, the lens with which you try to understand it. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but guess what? I tried to read it. And even the title defies a conclusive reading.

If I haven't made it clear enough, you just have to see it. Londoners, you lucky souls: it's coming to Shoreditch Town Hall in June. A gorgeous venue, and only an hour of your time. Go. Just go. Because then I'll be able to talk to you about it.