“I am telling myself that this is the year I should quit and somehow another year goes by without me quitting.”
An interpretation of Lewis Carroll’s Caterpillar, delivered to an audience inside of a newsstand.
In which I examine how fortunate I was to be accepted, instead of excepted.
A note on the current conflagration between Chicago’s theaters and one of its critics.
Who we are, in the wake of one who would have us not be.