There are moments, when you first start acting, in which you really do have no idea what to do with your hands. I can remember standing onstage, fully able to recite every word of my lines but utterly confused about what to do with my body. I have memories of my arms hanging by my side, seemingly 12 times bigger than usual, unwieldy and foreign – like someone had replaced my arms with two giant malevolent worms. Controlling those worms felt almost impossible – I felt I had to move them very forcefully to move them at all. It was as if the signal from my brain was full of static and in order to get the message out, it had to be repeated and exaggerated – sometimes it overshot the mark. I think this must be what happens to those people who saw the air too much. The signals have filled with static, the worms take over and they end up making absurd, disconnected gestures instead of their normal human ones.