You are in the madhouse. You are in a play in the madhouse. The play is about you.
Imagine that. Imagine this.
This is the tragic tale of Jack Coq.
Arlequin, inmate of the House of Mister Finch, concocts a monstrous carnival about a man who is thrown into the madhouse because he knows not who he is. That man is Jack Coq.
Jack speaks in his own vernacular, a mixture of criminal cant as heard in the alleys, and words he makes up. Not everything he says is true. Not everything that happens is real. And not everyone is his friend.
This, then, is a dark fairy tale about what it is to be different, what it is to exist, life, death. Truth.