You sleep, I sleep, we all sleep alone

I can't tell you how I feel right now. For the time being, I guess you can say I feel an exhausted sense of peace, but I doubt that'll last. Onwards and downwards and around and between, my emotions right now are in perpetual shift. Fucking film sets. Now here's a paradox: I HATE set. I hate it. It's absolutely everything I despise: stressful, crowded, on a time limit, and full of expensive, highly technical equipment. Because it's where all the ideas in your head get birthed into exhaustive, nerve-shredding life, shooting a movie is the very definition of follow-through which, let's face it, is not my forte. However, on the flip side, there are very few things that illicit as much of a rush and sense of satisfaction as getting in your groove and finishing your day. I love talking to actors. I love watching them work. And I love how film zeroes in on those tiny movements and nuances that make me quietly swoon in front of the director's monitor and think : "Ah so...THIS is why we do it." I always though that people who called themselves 'storytellers' were kind of pretentious. But I like to tell stories. It makes me like humanity a lot more. So I think I'll keep doing it. Yours, Inari If I were a piece of subcultural vomit, I would be...green and purple hair.