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"wanted a ring like Carmelo...on that white like Othello."

-Frank Ocean

Maybe 20 yrs ago, my roommate and I went to see Othello in a small movie theater off of Dupont. Hearing this lyric reminded me of that "experience." Hands down and to date it was the hardest I've ever cried in life. And to my defense, it wasn't just me. It was the entire theater. I've lost loved ones and cried with far less physicality. It was so guttural. I remember the sting in my throat, the rumbling snot. My eyes seemed to swell immediately. I also remember struggling with a container of nacho cheese. And never getting it open.

Yes, it was a supreme performance but I was ashamed in retrospect, at how I connected with Lawrence Fishburne's agony, rage, jealousy. I wonder what I was going through in life at the time. That I can't recall.

SN: It was the scene just before he kills Desdemona.

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