We've been cleaning up the studio. Folks moving in. Folks moving out. Productions about to start. Dust starting to form into small ferocious creatures. In doing so, I stumbled across an old notebook and these photographs I'd taken years ago of my younger brothers out front of our childhood home. Like all photos taken of childhood - whether mine or my brothers - they are terrifying in how, in a still moment, time both collapses and expands, making the passing of time seem to have been endless and as brief as the blink of an eye.
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