Some people encounter a piece of particularly influential art with the shock not just of revelation, but of recognition. Linnie Greene’s own summer of Twin Peaks seemed itself to mirror the action of the show: the descent into the unknown, the exploration of dangerous territory, the temptation to release control entirely. The ultimate tragedy. Linnie bravely recounts that time and those feelings for us with exceptional clarity, intelligence, and insight in the moving essay, Our Doubles, Ourselves, up today at Hobart. I encourage you to check it out.