The room is quiet, but it is not still. Air hums through hidden vents. A strip of light leaks under a locked door. Somewhere inside the walls, a relay clicks…
The red curtain hangs heavy in your memory. Gold leaf glints along the balcony rail. You can almost smell the dust in the beam of the projector, the sweet stale…
A single bare bulb swings above your head, humming faintly. You smell cold metal and dust. A stranger in a torn suit locks eyes with you, steps close enough that…
A single green work light hangs over the empty stage, making the dust in the air look like slow-motion snow. Spike tape scars the floor in neon lines. The set…
The grass is perfect. For about three minutes. Then the first delivery truck sinks slightly into the lawn, leaves a shallow rut, and you can almost hear the groundskeeper inhale…
The paper crackles like dry leaves when you lift it. Ink has sunk into rough fibers; the photos have turned the color of weak tea. Margins are frayed where someone…
The curtain rises on a cracked phone screen. Blue light. Half-read notifications. A girl in a vintage blazer opens a door, and the sound hits her first: a wall of…
The first thing you feel is the weight of the room. Empty stage. Bare floor. Fluorescent work lights humming above, washing everything in a flat, unforgiving white. No costume, no…