Directors of the action: Lining up strings of personalized combos on unwitting receivers to then elicit the well-timed catharsis of a needle drop…like each character incommunicative by way of life experience (capital T) yet effusive through these very intentional, highly expressionate showpieces like shouting on highmost mountaintop to justify their own existences. Watching intention become fruition. Then to be carpeted by the needle dropped, mantra-like manifesto itself: “I deserve to be loved”, “I am the storm that is approaching.” A reminder as to why they exist, and why they should be here. Action speaks louder than words. Action is healing. Etc.