The Fear of Death. I did not want to die without having made the movies in my head.
The forgotten movies. Movies that exist in the corners. The unreliability of identity and translation.
More trust in the Moment. Getting out of my own way. Untying the shoelaces of continuity. Bootleg yourself.
Unfortunately, I am having Post-Film Amnesia. Sometimes when you are filming the camera whispers little lies, and you cannot let the camera know that you know; the moments will find their way back to you.
The wire monkey wrapped in cloth is a mother to the Beautiful Mistake.
I generally subscribe to Magpie Theory: take what speaks to me, and put it in the nest with the icepick and Lucia's silver spoon. Then look for the second magpie and watch out for the seventh, i.e.:
Already in editing: "Captain Jarvis and the Red Soda Kid." Culture is an implant of other people's choice of memory. Time is ambiguous.Fire keeps the Octopus away.