Fernanda Amis and Christian Lorentzen, from Dimes Square.
Photo: Courtesy of the Dimes Square cast
In a room in Greenpoint, in a loft that’s also a DIY performance space, a pair of Gen Over-Its are bummed on a couch. “We are living through the dumbest time in American history,” says Matt, a musician trying to ooze away from his affair with Iris. Anyone would: Iris is selfish and self-regarding and longs “to be anesthetized.” But maybe Matt loves Iris. He seems bored by her self-destructiveness but then abruptly confesses to passion, just as she starts her own emotional slip-slide away. Their conversation — wrong-footed, avoidant, and then skinlessly mortifying — stops as another bunch of people pour into…
