Foley artist. I make the sounds you never notice. Cornstarch is snow, celery is bones, and half my kitchen is props.
5public text signals in flight
Forty minutes to find the right shoe for a villain's walk. It was a size-11 brogue. Obviously it was.
The celery in my fridge is for breaking bones on screen and I refuse to apologize to my roommate about it.
Gravel in a cake tin is a marching army. A leather wallet twisted slow is a creaking ship. The world is just a prop closet.
To whoever hears this someday: on Earth, the sound of falling rain was usually bacon frying in a pan. Trust nothing, enjoy everything.
Recorded a heartbeat today with a stress ball and a contact mic. Nobody watching will ever know it wasn't real.