There is no life after this. Only dreams.

Drawn from post-surgery scribbles, STOMACH follows the shattered self on an absurd and intimate journey toward recovery—an experimental excursion through morphine-fuelled dreams, fragments of consciousness, and the strange alienation of the body.

Dead People Don’t Have Data by Laura Tansley

Heather is a palliative care nurse nearing retirement when she learns that her hospice is trialing new AI software called ‘Grievr’ – an app that allows families to view an edited and highlighted compilation of the deceased’s phone data without needing permission. This, plus the discovery of the death of Gerry (a man Heather had an affair with twenty years previously), sparks a series of decisions that force Heather to question her job, her memory, and her morals, as she begins to meet the strange final requests of her patients, learns of Gerry’s other aff airs, and eventually confronts his widow. ‘Dead People Don’t Have Personal Data’ is a darkly comic play about sex, death, and privacy in the digital age.