A zookeeper, a docent, an animal behaviorist, and a mental health professional arguing over the proper protocol for a conflicted anteater. That’s not theater, that’s a fever dream someone had after reading too much Ionesco while working at a municipal zoo. It’s beautiful. It’s completely deranged. It’s exactly the kind of thing that makes you wonder if everyone involved is a genius or if they’re all fucking with you.
Probably both.
And I’m here in the dark with my camera, waiting for the moment when someone’s face cracks just right, when the absurdity hits some frequency that makes it mean something even though meaning was never the point. That’s the gig, isn’t it? Catching people mid-commitment to an idea that any reasonable person would’ve abandoned three drinks ago.