Yesterday I visited my father’s grave for the first time in the three and a half years since he passed.
I had to drive through three counties, across state lines and back before I had the courage to face him.
I made a promise to take care of my family and I have been neglecting that duty, as of late.
For a long spell I believed the only way to focus on bettering myself was to shirk this duty and retreat inward.
The above seven words are all I could muster at 2 o’clock in the morning.
And i will do better.
For myself and for my family.
"Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness. At the editing table, when I run the strip of film through, frame by frame, I still feel that dizzy sense of magic of my childhood: in the darkness of the wardrobe, I slowly wind on one frame after another, see the almost imperceptible changes, wind faster — a movement."
To be the last man standing at the kissing booth That really doesn’t mean a thing when they’re for free and don’t taste like they should So after you’re done drowning in a glass that is half full The pessimists all join together and discuss how you never could do it like they could.