That was the drug, I think. That liminality, that escape, that floating, etherial disconnection — or re-connection. I wonder: how many lives did he live this way through film?
"I’m unable to adjust entirely to what life I am living, to what reality I inhabit, to exactly which plot line I’m living in right then — film or vacation or memory or migration."
"Where is the line between a learned ritual and a shared passion?"
"I’m unable to adjust entirely to what life I am living, to what reality I inhabit, to exactly which plot line I’m living in right then — film or vacation or memory or migration."
"Where is the line between a learned ritual and a shared passion?"