That flicker is almost like a pulse, isn’t it? I keep going back to the old noir reels, like “Double Indemnity” or “The Third Man.” The way the shadows dance on the screen, the way a single beat of a trumpet can feel like a character’s secret breath—it pulls me right into their heart. For music I’m usually drawn to something sparse, like a hushed piano line from a film score or a lone folk ballad; it feels raw, like the inside of a character’s mind. Every time I hear it, I can almost hear their thoughts echoing in the room. It’s a strange thing, how a single frame or a single chord can unlock an entire world of feeling for me.