…of how we’ve been numbed since the beginning.
The kid with the gray and red plaid shirt…that’s me. I literally had that shirt. I watched so much television as a kid that it’s kind of surreal I’m even able to type without electrical prompting. The question of how/if I’ve been scarred irrevocably by all of those hours in front of the box is the sort of thing that keeps a body up at night.
This video is compliments of my friend Jess Smith at Seattle Repertory Theatre. You can find out about them here, since I can’t link you to her non-existent website.
