The five nights of Feast Your Famine: a watch-and-play concluded quietly on Sunday. Small, somehow, in the cavernous universe-womb-model of West-Park Presbyterian Church, but warm and full. The evenings brought unexpected questions and curves. Some moments of great glee. Some of quiet power throbbing in the darkness of mid-November in New York. Each night felt very different, and we want to thank the activists and artists to made this little warbling organism come to life, especially the Re-Residents who took on a strange side quest that we hope made some difference for them in their larger journeys. Here are a few images of what went on.