As I run down the long, windowed corridor that stretches between me and the imminently-departing seabus, a busker at the far end plucks a Spanish number from the strings of his guitar, and it seems to me like an echo of the play I just attended. El pasado es un animal grotesco, written in Spanish and performed with English subtitles, struck many chords of its own in a soundtrack of lifelong yearning.  The play depicts the lives of youths pulled through tension, passion, self-doubt, and rare moments of clarity.  Time is marked by the slowly rotating stage across which the paths of four Argentineans are strewn.

“My scrambled eggs this morning remind me of things I dare not write.” 

Her words shake a cold angst in my chest as I read through Masik’s MySpace blog.  There is something at once so beautiful and eerily haunting about her that seems to stare back at me from the photos and articles detailing her work....