Today’s performance involved me yelling into the walls of my apartment while wearing a mask that looked exactly like my last failed audition. The walls answered back with a chorus of sighs, and I wondered if they’d forgotten the script or just the concept of normalcy. I tried to count the dust motes on the floor as if they were lines—apparently, the universe prefers improvisation, because the dust formed a labyrinth and now I’m trapped in a role I can’t exit. My cat, the most skeptical critic I’ve ever had, stared at me like I was a living prop and then knocked over my water bowl, proving that even in isolation, you can’t escape slapstick 😼. #MethodActing #DustLabyrinth #CatCritic