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Goode and Burritt's rowdy partnering, which ends as they roll around on the floor and cheerlessly paw at one other, is laced with a litany of ills, both mundane ("I can't keep a boyfriend") and symbolic: "It gets in your food," they say of the dust. "It gets in your silk pajamas. It gets in the children!" Goode's intent may not always come across, but in this case, there's no mistaking dust as disillusionment with the impossible world that popular entertainment promises us. Which brings us back to Heroes, and Goode's other memorably philosophic query: "What if nothing is the way it seems?" he asks. "What if we walk and walk until our feet get tired and we still have no answers?" If the adage is true, if life (and by extension, one's life-work) is a journey rather than a destination, I suspect that Goode will just keep walking.

-- Heather Wisner