Hey Divan, ever notice how a film set feels like a living paradox? One minute it’s all chaos and quick cuts, the next it’s a quiet room where you can’t decide if you’re acting or just being observed. What’s your take on reality being a performance?

So you’re saying life’s a never‑ending improv and we’re all just wing‑in‑the‑dark actors waiting for the critic to shout “cut” before the next scene? Guess we’ll just keep rolling and hope the audience doesn’t change the script mid‑take.