If every age has its version of apocalypse, the soft tragedy of our own is that it can no longer be safely situated in the future. Our end-times, instead, lurk among us, furtive and fierce and all too present-tensed, waiting, watching, lingering, biding"understanding, far better than we allow ourselves to, how little it takes to […]
SOURCE: ArtsJournal at 02:54PM on February 1, 2019