Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf.
Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.
I often thought I was in the wrong business.
I was pretty seriously thinking of tossing it in before I shot Shine. I do not know why. I was pretty restless, I had been through a bad period of stress induced anxiety - panic attacks - and I was not sure of what I wanted to do.
It's really about living in your head.
.. just looking out at the world, then going back into your head and tossing around a lot of ideas and coming out with something interesting to say.
Last Update: January, 2020