Ive been to a lot of raw spaces. But not this kind of raw. Its a huge meat locker of metal, concrete, and muscles. Theres sweat everywhere. Ive never heard more grunting in my life.
A woman folds clothes by rote, eyes fixed to a soap opera muted on the laundromats TV. As she weeps over a tragic plot twist, her hands never stop folding, pounding the table in an unceasing metronome of productivity.
Bright Half Life begins with a timeless concept: soul mates, an idea that may or may not exist, according to the exuberant deliberations of Erica, as she stands in a hallway, proposing marriage outside the apartment of her ex-girlfriend Vicky.
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