In 45 minutes, the Space Between proves to be thematically rich if somewhat handicapped in delivering those themes throughout the whole experience, forcing play to be summoned with an interaction set that is winnowed bones in contrast to the meatiness of its imagery and dialogue. A Brechtian inversion of audience observation and role turned away from the revolutionary ideal to a stagnation of the overly analytical and endlessly metatextual, The Space Between is a wonderful marriage of and meditation on player connection with systems through imperfect substrates, human connection through imperfect language acts, and bodily connection through imperfect differentiations between our ‘owned’ fleshes and that which we separate ourselves from with concrete and rebar. The organ walls of each line uttered are eroded, swindling their speaker, partner, and player together into wondering if what was said was from the assumed perspective, place of truth, or pertinent source to the scene - hiding the natures of any given scene in no less transliterative feat than what the impeccably modelled and designed architecture does in concert with the electricity haunting pooled dark does for every space crawled through.