Under the newly opened second section of the High Line is a place called The Lot, where an array of fancy food trucks are gathered around a bunch of seating and a temporary bar and stage. It’s pretty sweet. But in order to get to it from 10th Ave, you end up walking through Rainbow City, which is an utterly surreal art installation made up of giant smiling balloons. At certain points while walking around in it, it feels sort of ominous. But from up on the High Line, it seems like a good place to have a chiptune show or something.

My gentleman caller and I went to Sleep No More on Wednesday night, and I’ve been trying to figure out since then what exactly I should say about it apart from “go see it at once.” There’s no good way to describe it, except perhaps as some unholy conglomeration of Shakespeare and Silent Hill in a haunted house on mushrooms. It’s literally incredible, in the sense that I can hardly believe that there’s a 100-room immersive theatre version of Macbeth in the old Blood Manor space in Chelsea, and that it’s fucking wonderful.

My only advice for when you go, which you must, is that you should wear shoes you can run in and clothes you don’t mind covering in dust and sweat and stage blood. Bring cash for drinks and coat check, contacts instead of glasses if possible, don’t be afraid to split up from your companions, and consider taking a breather in the bar about halfway through.

If you want more information than that, these are the most helpful reviews I found:

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