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Toward the end of the play there is a scene that will press itself into the dark of Henry's mind, exposed like light on film.
Robbie, the Bowery king, rises from his throne as rain falls in a single sheet across the stage, and even though, moments earlier, it was crowded with people, now, somehow, there is only Robbie. He reaches out, a hand skimming the curtain of rain.
— Nov 23, 2022 08:48AM
Robbie, the Bowery king, rises from his throne as rain falls in a single sheet across the stage, and even though, moments earlier, it was crowded with people, now, somehow, there is only Robbie. He reaches out, a hand skimming the curtain of rain.
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Marsha
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Laughter spills down from the High Line.
Built along a defunct rail, the raised park runs down the western edge of Manhattan from Thirtieth to Twelfth. It's normally a pleasant place, with food carts and gardens, tunnels and benches, winding paths and city views.
Today, it is something else entirely.
The Artifact has consumed a stretch of the elevated rail, transformed it into a dreamlike jungle of color and light.
— Nov 28, 2022 10:11AM
Built along a defunct rail, the raised park runs down the western edge of Manhattan from Thirtieth to Twelfth. It's normally a pleasant place, with food carts and gardens, tunnels and benches, winding paths and city views.
Today, it is something else entirely.
The Artifact has consumed a stretch of the elevated rail, transformed it into a dreamlike jungle of color and light.
Marsha
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They play until they run out of quarters and beer, until the place is too crowded for comfort, until they truly can't hear each other over the ring and clash of the games and the shouts of the other people, and then they spill out of the dark arcade. They go back through the too-bright laundromat, and then out onto the street, still bubbling with energy.
— Nov 26, 2022 12:54PM
