Between hanging light fixtures the size of kettle drums and a harlequin-tiled floor, the undraped wood tables have been jammed every time I’ve gone.

This absurdist, allegorical show begins promisingly, as we enter an actual loft space and watch several figures in Hazmat suits undrape the furniture.

As the sun drops into the afternoon sky, the shadow undrapes itself and stretches out toward the horizon, long and thin, and far behind me....