Memories seep from my veins. My knees are calloused and my heart is broken. My 📦 has officially left the building signifying that Lost Spirits is truly all over. There was no Hail Mary. I think I am currently experiencing shock. I have moments of peace and eagerness to see what is next, but a huge part of me is missing today. It’s the Wizard of Oz in reverse. Living in technicolor for years and then reverting back to a black and white reality where the mean lady keeps Toto. We had an Irish wake on the last day. Removing our costumes and memorabilia from the walls of our dressing room. The emptiness leaving behind nothing but an echo we had never heard before. The audience was incredible. I closed out our Circus show with our nightly “Spooky” ritual. I could see people so far back that they were all just holding their phones up by “Pineapple” to actually see the final act. Eyes through the chapel walls. Familiar faces. The cast surrounding the stage. I couldn’t look at them even...