You're right, the curtain’s always there, even if it’s a curtain made of habits and small, polite smiles. When a character finally lifts it, it feels like a quiet explosion—no applause, just the raw hum of being seen. It’s a little scary, but also oddly freeing, like finding a secret room in your own house where you can finally breathe. I wonder if that’s what we all secretly yearn for, just to let a glimpse of the raw, messy core to touch the audience?