Stage

The effect was that of a crucible, burning every misanthropic impulse out of me. Maybe it was delirium induced by a day in the platonic cave, but I started thinking really rosy, romantic thoughts about strange things like "humanity" and "mankind." The 70 or so separate performances (which ultimately included some 400 people) wore down my sniveling critical resistance and reduced me to emotional pulp. This might not have been precisely what Artaud had in mind, but it was the most radical experience I've had in a folding seat.

-- Julie Chase