There’s a long day ahead for Milo as he waits for the shaman-like Tommy. Ready for a journey from nowhere to somewhere, he gazes out at the passers-by, musing on the twists and turns that have brought him back here - back to this place where the echoes seem to know him, where it feels like home. ‘Maya’ signifies the illusion that we mistake for the world that we live in, and as this evening unfolds the trip becomes much more than a pre-match meeting with the lads. Accompanying Milo with his memories and his music reveals a jumble of yearnings: to understand, to belong, to find a path to true happiness. Supported by the few real friends that count he picks his clumsy way through a world of treachery and deep-running allegiances, of undercurrents that are hidden from the eye, where the multitude of broken relationships, bad choices, and the fight with one’s own desires are so often disastrous. Ranging from the prosaic to the surreal to the hallucinogenic, this is a story of surprises but is always true and brutally honest, a beautiful tale that speaks out for all of us.