Before ghosting was a thing, novelist Franz Kafka was out here having full-blown existential meltdowns over mail he never received. Now, imagine Richard Ayoade, deadpan master of awkward energy, reading Kafka’s anxiety-ridden love letters like a man personally betrayed by the postal service.

Recorded at Letters Live at the Royal Albert Hall, this performance is a glorious meltdown in real time. Kafka is spiraling, pleading, second-guessing, apologizing for the apology he hasn’t sent yet, and possibly inventing overthinking as an Olympic sport. It’s like watching someone try to survive a long-distance relationship armed only with ink, paper, and crippling self-doubt.

Watch it now. Laugh. Cry. Then go text someone back before they go full 1912 on you.