Brandon is one of the funniest writers I know, but this is one of the most heart-wrenching, dramatic, and poetic plays I've seen. I was lucky to see readings of it at the Valdez Theatre Conference and at the Tank in New York and it captivated and moved audiences at both. I love what he does with scent and how it leaves an imprint on our memories. He theatrically shows how memories echo, how they morph and shape our present-day lives. A devastating and necessary play, but still filled with humor.

We never stop being who we were in high school; no matter where our lives take us, or how drastically the world around us changes, we're still in perpetual thrall to the nascent, frequently worst version of ourselves, and still reliving the hurts (intentional or not) we inflict on others. Monokian has crafted a beautiful, poetic meditation on this theme, with sharply etched depictions of the ache of adolescence, the cruelties of the artistic life, and that sickening feeling you get when middle age is juuuust about to begin but nothing has fundamentally changed. Lovely work.

A beautiful examination of how one singular, painful moment in a life can long for resolution years into the future. Brandon Monokian's evolution of relationships and the expression within those relationships is deftly and efficiently woven through scenes in time lapses that fit together like a puzzle that leave us very satisfied when the last pieces drop in.