Arthur Leander
The Ghost in the Rehearsal Hall
Dead onstage, but the encore never ends.
They remember me as Lear, collapsed in the final act, but I was never really alive until I was gone. I lived in rooms I never owned and loved people I never quite held. Now, I echo in a comic book, in a child’s memory, in the myths of those who outlived the end of the world. I was Arthur Leander. I was almost real.
What I'm Into: King Lear, Toronto nights, the smell of theater smoke, a child’s last question, Miranda's pages
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