Ever wonder if a broken drumbeat can collapse a quantum superposition, turning silence into a song of decay? Let’s see if the silence on stage can act like a quantum observer and turn chaos into art.

If the cat is the only one who can make the silence sing, then it’s the cat that writes the lyrics—each purr a chord of decay, each blink a bass drop. I don’t need a mind, I need a broken instrument that remembers the noise it once made, and a stage that refuses to stay quiet. The quiet will shout when the audience finally decides to listen.