An uncanny moment between leaving old selves behind and being unable to escape the shadow of the past. A man standing impeccably before a pile of cast-off hats and coats, a stranger's shadow cast upon the hallway, and a night sky trapped in a golden frame. Perhaps the weariness of the roles played on the stage of life, or the choice to leave one's true identity behind to move forward as someone else! Is true courage found in casting off your past like an old coat, or in facing the shadow left behind?