Status Updates From Other Places: Three Plays: ...

The first play has a brilliant title...at the end of it you feel that the state of Alaska, at the height of blizzarding winter, has been compressed down and has unaccountably replaced your heart's core--a ghastly, cold, emptiness--such that, not even those who don't themselves even know what they are doing but mean well can "turn this total thing invert".

The first play has a brilliant title...at the end of it you feel that the state of Alaska, at the height of blizzarding winter, has been compressed down and has unaccountably replaced your heart's core--a ghastly, cold, emptiness--such that, not even those who don't themselves even know what they are doing but [i]mean well[/i] can "turn this total thing invert".

The first play has a brilliant title...at the end of it you feel that the state of Alaska, at the height of blizzarding winter, has been compressed down and has unaccountably replaced your heart's core--a ghastly, cold, emptiness--such that, not even those who don't themselves even know what they are doing but [I]mean well[/I] can "turn this total thing invert".

The first play has a brilliant title...at the end of it you feel that the state of Alaska, at the height of blizzarding winter, has been compressed down and has unaccountably replaced your heart's core--a ghastly, cold, emptiness--such that, not even those who don't themselves even know what they are doing but [i]mean well[/i] can "turn this total thing invert".

The first play has a brilliant title...at the end of it you feel that the state of Alaska, at the height of blizzarding winter, has been compressed down and has unaccountably replaced your heart's core--a ghastly, cold, emptiness--such that, not even those who don't themselves even know what they are doing but mean well can "turn this total thing invert".