This week, dressed once again in my assigned white mask, having paid for my cloak, I explored The Masque of The Red Death by Punchdrunk. While more claustrophobic in atmosphere than the expansive Faust, they certainly pulled it off again.
The excited reviews are true - I'd make sure to return if there were only any tickets left.
I treasure the moments clinging to the walls in the dark as performers climb, run dance past. I treasure getting directly struck by one of the flung books. I'm proud of quickly obtaining my cloak and for finding the secret way. And (if I recall correctly) the whispered words "Do you ever wonder why nothing happens when you die?"
I am waiting to see what happens from here.
Update: Just seen the interesting and useful review from the Guardian.