From the second you are given a clean suit and goggles to don, you know this will not be your average Fringe show. What follows is a meditation on memory and place, loves had and loves lost, all done in one of the most immersive and technically engrossing environments youll find at this years Fringe. At the eye of this storm lays Jonathan Young, recounting episodes from his life from ten years ago and placing us often within his shoes. Mr. Young gently guides the audience through the story of a marriage and divorce, relocation, and the Icelandic language with a calm and giving demeanor. But the exploration of memory requires much more than just a story teller, and this piece has that in spades. The sound and video transform the space into veritable prison of the mind for Mr. Young and us, and only through a beautiful transformative gesture (which is an better to be experienced than be described), do you get a reprieve. At the end, the longing and regret for Mr. Youngs youth manifests itself through simple text upon a fading memory. Thankfully, the white hot power of his (and his collaborators) vision will not soon fade from your memory.
