Well. Okay. Sunday was closing night for The Death of Albatross's Wollongong season. Intense. Exhilarating. Fabulously successful in so many, many ways (preliminary figures even suggest we made a modest profit).
But now...over. My wonderful actors and I have dispersed again to the four winds, on to other projects. The thrill of accomplishing of something glorious together, trusting each other utterly, giving an intricate and precious gift to the audience here, we made this, it's for you done.
After the mountaintop comes the desert, I guess. And I guess it has to be that way if it were all mountaintop, how could we climb any higher? How could we know we yearned to?