I wonder about the ways that our bodies clue us into selves and identities, perhaps even before we’re aware of them.
It feels almost as though I am watching a fairy tale, or an animal documentary about conflict within an ecosystem.
What stories can a space hold? As I took my seat at La MaMa to see The Talking Band’s production of The Room Sings, a play about a house throughout history, this question reverberated. I knew about The Talking Band, though had never seen their