In the not so distant future, two American soldiers wait at a worn-down outpost in the desert. Hot and bright. Hallucinatory hot. The world has been ravaged by war, its natural resources stripped, and it is no longer clear if there is an enemy left to fight or anything left to fight for. They wait. For orders, provisions, a sign of life. For rescue. Even for death. Daniel Talbott’s new play Afghanistan, Zimbabwe, America, Kuwait explores the inhumanity of war and the ways we seek connection in order to survive.