Everyone wants a comfortable job at a comfortable salary at a nurturing artistic home. And a unicorn. Too bad. That aside, the burrowing of our writers from high school to undergrad to grad to laboratory to internship to retreat to incubator is naturally going to lead to disconnected abstract plays. They are disconnected from reality, living inside a bubble of craft, only talking to other theatremakers and primarily only other writers. To be crass? Inbreeding leads to retardation. [ . . .] Live life in this world and you’ll be able to write about it.
Fuckin' A.
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