Ghost Light

For me, the smell of a theatre still intoxicates me.

There is nothing more sublime than being the last one out at the end of the night, and catching that furtive glimpse of the lone ghost light—bravely peering his way into the darkness and keeping vigil over our stage as if it were the very ramparts of Elsinore.

And indeed, sometimes it is…

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