Gerald Bloom is suffering from an abundance of… middle-aged life. Taking everything I witnessed, all my gut instincts and intrusive thoughts, into account—that’s the simplest diagnosis. But that reads so glib. Many of us could say: same. Right? Well… though this all feels viscerally familiar, I can say with confidence that I, at least for now, am doing much better than Gerald Bloom—this embodiment of cumulative, mundane, self-exacerbating life trauma devised by performer and co-creator Adam Lazarus. Continue Reading

