eighteen • sometimes i make films, 1995
I'm thinking of ending things. Once this thought arrives, it stays. It sticks. It lingers. It dominates.
It may be similar to a dream, or a nightmare perhaps? An intoxicating nightmare. You have to dive completely into I'm thinking of ending things, let yourself surrender to its strange charm, accept a form of bewitchment, watch for the slightest changes, each word and action matters. Then, like an optical illusion, if you adapt your eyes to the dark and coldness…
made a new lil short during this summer before leaving for uni as a hommage to my past and what it means to me. it's always been really hard for me to what i call my home, because it feels like i'll forget about everything, that i won't remember what it felt like being there, it feels as if i'm erasing a part of me... but in reality our past never leaves us. our life is a succession of moments,…