…why make films?…
Probably, I make films in order to tempt fate, to simultaneously be the most humiliated and, if only for a few moments, the freest person in the world. Because I despise stories, as they mislead people into believing that something has happened. In fact, nothing really happens as we flee from one condition to another. Because today there are only states of being - all stories have become obsolete and clichéd, and have resolved themselves. All that remains is time.
…films are our only means of authenticating our lives. Eventually nothing remains of us except our films - strips of celluloid on which our shadows wander in search of truth and humanity until the end of time.
I really don’t know why I make films.
Perhaps to survive, because I’d still like to live, at least just a little longer…."
I forgot what it was like
to have someone know you
despite the things that change
it’s the little facts
that you always have to explain
when someone meets you
for the first time
that outlines who you are
as an adult
a harder title to claim
but it was a tiny fact
that rolled off your tongue
that no one else would know
because everything happened
and now those moments
that became facts
and are memories
I’ve pushed back
Our story was great but the failure was greater.
Too many moments where you were missing. In retrospect I should have realized you never wanted to be there.
The double income, the single effort.
Beyond the intimacy
& laughs grown accustom.
I find love anywhere, without the grief and all the questions used to deny your insecurities.
Altercations & affirmations. Liberations to libations forcing complacency
when I bravely put myself out there, opened my heart and let you crush me.
attempts at learning to love with unexpected results
Resisted your push but grateful for the jump that forced me to nurture wings unstretched.
And as the laws of momentum go, I shall move forward with every blow.