I Was Trying To Figure Out What

I Will Be Dying And So Will You, And So Will Everyone Here. That's What I Want To Explore. We're All Hurtling Towards Death, Yet Here We Are For The Moment, Alive. Each Of Us Knowing We're Going To Die, Each Of Us Secretly Believing We Won't.

There's Theater In Life, Obviously, And There's Life In Theater.

I'm Not Working On Anything. I Was Trying To Write Something New . . . I Guess The Goal For Me Now, At Least At This Point, Is To Try To Direct Again.

There Are Too Many Ideas And Things And People. Too Many Directions To Go. I Was Starting To Believe The Reason It Matters To Care Passionately About Something, Is That It Whittles The World Down To A More Manageable Size.

I'm Interested In Trying To Explore What I Think Is The Truth At A Given Time In My Life, And Part Of The Process Of Being Honest Is - In My Mind - Talking About The Idea That You're Watching A Movie.