Autumn, it must be said, was the finest season for it.

We’re so proud of it!

Smoke gets in your eyes.

Despite everything I do..

Hold Still…

And things would never be the same again.

Progress, it seems, is a slippery slope.

You knew what you meant to do, until the moment required it.

The landscape hadn’t changed, but his view of it had.

New Production! New Cast!
(the Roles remain the same)

T.S. was always prepared to take the stage.

Margaret Had Been Dreading It All Week. Yet She Could Hardly Wait.

And Yet, the Room Felt Frighteningly Familiar.

It Began Before You Even Spoke.

The Performance Was About to Begin.

You’ve Been In This Room Before.

The Dahlias were out. The sun wasn’t.

Only the bellboy knew what happened on B.

Tea, then onwards.

At 300mph, missing the turn-off was a foregone conclusion.