My play is the ultimate expression of my feeling of the twilight of Western civilization.

Understand--it ALWAYS makes sense. Sense can't be avoided. If it first seems to be non-sense, wait: roots will reveal themselves.

I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and meticulous, bizarre.

My play is the ultimate expression of my feeling of the twilight of Western civilization.

Which implies that the real issue in art is the audience's response. Now I claim that when I make things, I don't care about the audience's response, I'm making them for myself. But I'm making them for myself as audience, because I want to wake myself up.

One does not devote one's life in art to shock an audience.

It's true, I don't like the real world.