(Essay) Time, Trauma and Addiction in O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night | pat laFleur
By Marc Malkin. The sun had just come up on a Monday morning in the middle of summer in New York City. It was that time of day when the sidewalks are beginning to fill with people walking their dogs, heading to work or, like my friend Scott, going to the gym. I was on my way home from another night of drug-filled unmentionables when I ran into Scott. I laughed and looked down at the pavement. I could feel the heat of the sun on my neck.