Last night I went to see a performance of Crave, a play by
Sarah Kane (a talented young British playwright who committed suicide
last year; she was sort of the Ian Curtis of theatre, in a sense).
It was not bad, in a stark, minimal and somewhat disturbed sort of way.
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