AGNES. My memories? My memories are shit. Do you want to know what my memories of Tilly are? They’re of this little nerdy girl who I never talked to, who I ignored, who I didn’t understand because she didn’t live in the same world as I did. Her world was filled with evil jello molds and lesbian demon queens and slacker Gods while mine…had George Michaels and leg-warmers. I didn’t get her. I assumed I would one day – that she’d grow out of all this, – that I’d be able to sit around and ask her about normal things like clothes and tv shows and boys…and as it turns out, I didn’t even know she didn’t even like boys until my DM told me so.
Something about this play seemed so personal and far more realistic compared to the others. Perhaps it’s the sisterly dynamic that hasn’t been explored yet in the literature and Agnes’s longings to learn more about who her sister was as an actual person. In many ways it reminds me of my own two sisters and how although we know each other, there’s so much that we don’t know. The way that Agnes interacts with the D&D game is how I lurked through my sister’s tumblr in order to see how she’s feeling. Her despair in wishing she knew more about her sister is heartbreaking to read through, but reminds me of the line in Our Town: “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” By the end of both plays, we are reminded about how precious our relationships are while we still have them and encourage us to learn more about one another.
Source: Nguyen, She Kills Monsters