Sutro Baths, these magnificent corpse pits of concrete and rebar where the Pacific chews on what’s left of a San Francisco Belle Époque dream. And there, in the ruins, someone’s staging a reading of Titus Andronicus. That play. The one that makes Hamlet look like a fucking therapy session. Vengeance is in my heart, death […]
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The Performative Con: How We Method-Act Our Way Through the Checkout Line
There’s this thing happening, right? This raw uncut shit we’re all doing every goddamn day, playing ourselves like we’re method actors who forgot we’re acting. I’m not talking about the sanitized Broadway version of life, the stuff you package up nice for the tourists. I’m talking about the performance embedded in just being, the way […]
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