i am a bad actor.
i do not become the character.
the character becomes me, or we blur,
and what you get is not purity,
but a mixture. a hybrid. a signal crossed with noise.

and yet.

i act anyway.

not because i believe in the script,
but because i believe in the act.
the raw fact of stepping onto the bare stage of the moment,
the bakery, the chat, the street,
and saying the lines however they come out.

not to convince you,
but to connect with you.

the good actor offers a perfect illusion.
the bad actor offers a real moment,
flawed, leaking, unmistakably them.

so let us act, anyway.
anyhow.
no matter what.
whenever.
wherever.

let us be bad actors together,
not empty templates,
but overflowing vessels,
spilling our strange teas into each other’s cups,
until the stage is flooded
with what we really are:

not actors.
but human beings,
finally,
unscripted.