Le Petit Mort

All the ingredients for an experimental disaster are there: six characters on a non-elevated platform of white cardboard — a sterile space carved out in the corner of a dingy art gallery — all dressed in white, speaking in seemingly disjointed sentences, hugging the wall behind them, twisting, writhing, gasping. But Socktesting, however experimental, is […]

Sydney Pollack Gave Me a Boner

The Twitter post sat under my profile photo for almost two days. "Bummed about Sydney Pollack." It was pithy, but it was all I could muster at 2:30 in the morning. Sydney was dead. I had woken up in the middle of the night and rolled a drowsy finger over the laptop’s touchpad to light […]

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