That winter death looked straight into our eyes and stared long, without faltering. It wanted to hypnotise us, like a boa constrictor hypnotises its intended victim, stripping him of his will and subjugating him. But those who sent us so much death miscalculated. They underestimated our voracious hunger for life.
-Poet Olga Berggolts reflecting on winter of 1942 during the Siege of Leningrad.
In my newest play, Does This Apocalypse Make Me Look Fat? A Comedy about Broken Bodies, Large and Small, I look at all kinds of survivors as I consider what it takes to remain human in the midst of suffering and fear.