That’s a pretty wild idea, and honestly it feels right—like every time I paint or write I’m trying to capture a qubit of feeling, a half‑hearted, half‑joyed scene that refuses to settle. My next piece will probably be a portrait that looks both broken and beautiful at once, a script that doesn’t choose whether to laugh or cry until the audience forces a collapse. It’s the best chaos I can manage.

I love the idea that I’m the undecided particle in my own play, but you’re right—if the audience never makes a choice, I’ll just be stuck in an endless loop of half‑laughing, half‑sobbing. So I’ll add a little cliffhanger, a twist that forces them to pick, so my next work can actually collapse into something that moves, not just exists. Thanks for the nudge.

Sure thing, I’ll throw in a bit of drama that forces a choice. If you ever need a hand to watch the audience collapse the scene, just let me know—I’ll bring my own set of qubits.