"The future hasn't arrived. It is all stillA dream, a night sweat to be swum offin a wonderland of sand and bread.When we woke afterward, the houseswere still standing, the green just as green,but the seaweed had thickened and the lampat the end of the dock had cracked."-Meghan O'Rourke, "Twenty-First Century Fireworks"Apparently it was the summer of the Vanya revivals in New York this year, but my schedule only let me have a trip that overlapped with Annie Baker's re-imagining. I've read a couple of translations since I fell in love with Chekhov...
Fits and Starts...and then more fits.
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