A phone call gone terrifyingly awry, poster art for a production by Ilsa Olsen.
Lately I’ve been struggling with the concept of memory. Or, I guess the lack of it, the blurriness of it, the impreciseness of it. And the guilt that comes bundled up in that. I don’t remember anything clearly, it’s all muddled together in one big mass, with what seems like entire years getting sifted out, or built over, by other years, other moments.… Read More