Johnson's imagery and the atmosphere he conjures are intoxicating. His dialogue is poetic in a way that both soothed my heart and scorched it as well. This play has volumes to say on the nature of love, relationships, and the divine nature of souls, while also speaking directly to the violence faced by the trans community. I was especially moved by one of Mack's lines, "Things, once broken, cannot go back to the way they once were. They must accept that they’re something entirely new."
This play will stick with me for a while.

A lurid, atmospheric ode to our melting pot by way of Greek tragedy. Every scene adds a bit more to the periphery as characters reveal new layers to the world they live in and simultaneously expose its contradictions. In short, this play is exactly the DC I recognize. The ending hits like a freight train, but the pleasures of this world its victims linger, and Johnson ably maneuvers between the major beats and what lies in between - what we're here to remember, and what we're here to enjoy.