Maybe That's What Hell Is. You Go

Making A Film, I've Learned, Can Be An Exhausting Process, Due To The Need For Backing, Distribution, Etc.

If I Am An Angel, Paint Me With Black Wings.

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words. That Is, If It Doesn't Destroy Us, If It Doesn't Burn Away The Optimism And The Spirit, The Capacity For Visions, And The Respect For Simple Yet Indispensable Things.

I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

And What Constitutes Evil, Real Evil, Is The Taking Of A Single Human Life. Whether A Man Would Die Tomorrow Or The Day After Or Eventually... It Doesn't Matter. Because If God Does Not Exist, Then Life... Every Second Of It... Is All We Have.