The Thing About Tourism Is Just That

Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.

I Don’t Keep A Travel Diary. I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down. Everything Else Slipped Away, As Though My Mind Felt Jilted By My Reliance On Pen And Paper. For Exactly The Same Reason I Don’t Travel With A Camera. My Holiday Becomes The Snapshots And Anything I Forget To Record Is Lost.

The First I Heard Of The Beach Was In Bangkok, On The Ko Sanh Road.

It Slightly Depends On Your Perspective, Sort Of How You Look At These Things, But When I Sit Down To Write A Script, I'm Not Planning To Write A Script; I'm Planning To Make A Film, And So I Only See The Script As Being Just A Step There.

Trust Me, It's Paradise. This Is Where The Hungry Come To Feed. For Mine Is A Generation That Circles The Globe And Searches For Something We Haven't Tried Before. So Never Refuse An Invitation, Never Resist The Unfamiliar, Never Fail To Be Polite And Never Outstay The Welcome. Just Keep Your Mind Open And Suck In The Experience. And If It Hurts, You Know What? It's Probably Worth It.