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(Even if you were the one feeling the buzz, it was hard to tell.)
Then, suddenly, there were cameras!
It was a little show outside a show, a parade of one, for an audience of everybody.
Inside the theater,Blindnesshad a little trouble living up to the outdoor hype.
Was this truly a return?
(Lizzie Clachan did the design.)
Theyre eventually lowered around us, hovering at eye level in a grid, fencing in each two-person pod.
I had forgotten how that penned-in feeling makes time seem thicker than usual.
I stared at the glowing hand on my watch; the seconds slowed.
The senseBlindnesstook from me wasnt sight, but my pandemic belief that time is slippery and liquid and quick.
The play becomes ever more painful and frenzied, and the room goes dark.
Stevenson, terrified, whispers hotly in our ear.
And I am boggled at the way Stevenson builds an entire world out of her voice.
I hope that in the time to come, they releaseBlindnessfor home consumption.
And shouldnt we listen to the message of the play itself?
We are still in dystopia.
He had other engagements.
Blindnessis at the Daryl Roth Theatre.
