The weave of the ‘secret’ thickens under each examination. Whether public or private it provokes vision, memory and speech at once. What can be remembered must not be said, what is said can never be seen. Attempts, Incitements, Etc enters the terrain of deferred attestation via the Official Secrets Act. The premise for its play are the recollections of former code breakers, radio mechanics, typists, and teleprinting machine operators working at Bletchley Park around World War II. Wartime signatories of this Act have since been freed from the obligations of holding information that was considered confidential by the state. The secrets trapped in these crumbling bodies and minds have now become ‘un-official’ and memory regains its alchemic charge.

Even as the spectre of the ‘Official Secret’ continues to loom over us and is repeatedly resurrected as terror and frenzy – playing with deceased secrets can perhaps be an opening into a new time. A time where silence can float like a question.