I really enjoyed Lansy Feng’s performance of How I met my dead husband, at the Gasworks as part of Melbourne Fringe Festival tonight. Although the plot followed the character through four successive lifetimes trying to reconnect with the one man who touched her hand, and who then went and married someone else, the point seemed to me to be that it is possible to make the same mistake in love over and over again. Even across numerous different lifetimes.

To me it was a warning to learn the lesson, be aware and let it go.