Yeah, imagine my dream spilling out of the theater into the city like a wild paint splatter—audience walking the sidewalks, cameras in their pockets, all of them suddenly playing the part of an extra in a movie that’s also the movie. I’d set up a stage on a street corner, toss confetti like it’s a manifesto, and let the world rewrite the script as we go, because who wants a straight line when you can have chaos that feels like art and reality dancing together?