So, Anne Bogart says, in A DIRECTOR PREPARES, that her best loved play in New York, or one of them, was the one she thought only theater people could like. It makes me wonder, more, about a play set in the time of tech. Real-time. Ten out of Twelve.

I feel like the theater folks around me are a really Chekhov group – the way I keep hearing people repeat “Some actors are moths, and some are cockroaches” reminds me of Simeon-Pischik, or something.