The Water Station is a wordless play in the tradition of the Theater of Silence. Against a barren landscape with a heap of shoes in the background, travelers pass by a broken faucet dripping constantly and stop to refresh themselves in various ways. Where are they going? What are they leaving behind? Are they refugees? Victims? Perpetrators? There is no dialogue, and movement is slowed down to present stark images of divestiture, wandering, and bare survival. In the silence, the constant trickle of water (a symbol of life) flows and unites the experience of the play.