This Is Nothing presents: "Wet," a relevant welcome to February, after a dry(ish) January and all the overflowing moist the green northwest offers this time of year. We ask the question, "does wetness exist? if so, how wet does it have to be to be a liquid?" I guess because it will pool up and spill over a table? There will be time for debate... for the procession of Dingus and puddles of wet laughter.