I wanted to climb right through the screen into a seat a few rows from the stage.
It was a visceral impulse, not a rational one. It paid no heed to impossibility, or even recent memory — the feeling of unease that nagged in the last days before the theaters shut down, when from avidity and habit we kept packing the houses, breathing communal air.
That was a scant two weeks ago, but it feels eons longer since we’ve learned to keep a cautious social distance. For now we seek our drama fixes online, trying to fill the empty space left by the temporary absence of the empty spaces.
So a couple of recent evenings lately have found me peering into my laptop, watching plays that were digitally…