I woke up this morning so exhuasted I could hardly move. Its a wonderful feeling, being able to close your eyes and shift into anotehr world where thoughts come to you like the rain pattering on your roof, creating is no longer a process of doing, but a process of becoming. Everything is so pure, so real, so raw, that when you finally let go of that thought pattern, and re-enter the loose fabric of the world youre exhuasted. I know, i sound like a pottsmoker, or some hippy artist, describing art as some trancelike haze, slowly revealing an obscured intention. But thats exactly how it is. I havent written anything of substance for weeks. I've been trying to finihs this screenplay but nothings been coming. And today... It was like i suddenly turned into this wise sage, flipped a page, and wrote... wrote till it felt like my mind had fallen apart


...maybe it has?

I fucked my first role of film the other day, shooting the wonderful wonderful ~chicken-ish.. We went to the Roma Street Parklands and had a great time getting looked at by strangers who were unaccostomed to seeing people flying slowly a meter above the pathway. That rolls now done, so i should be getting some photos up soon.

And today i hung out with ~Me-Netia and did some more photography, shes running away tomorrow and not returning till the 22nd... You probably wont see those photos for a million more years becuase i didnt take many of them, and i still have 3/4 or a roll to go.
Aaand im not sure if ill be shooting for a while.




Im off