All of us learn in practice. Sooner or later become a moment when we have something to tell, to tell a story. at long last how many times I would wake up at night and would find in darkness, kicking my cat, paper to write dreams.
Today I have seen very strange dream, it was wonderful. There was a place witch I can describe only using film by Tarkovsky “Stalker”. Place looked like The Zone. It was warm and smells like putrefaction. An idea was appeared: people come here to die. Can you imagine, they go down the long road in search of death?
There was life too. People whose way of life was like “not fixed address” :burnt houses and clothes, crushed plates and dishes, outcast…The most strange thing was that there was nicely and calmly at heart though I do not like such places. Thought was appear: here great film can be created.
By the way if this place exists in real, I would create film.
I will study film director. It will be another profession witch I do not want to start studying. As well as musician, sound producing…
There is one film school invited me, but problem…they want me to write for them some reviews for a films.
What can I write? Who can I attack or to whom sing an ode song? The first can be counted by a million, second becomes progressively smaller. If this were so…I can write critical essay like Hunter Thompson…
In general, if someone of you some day wrote a critical essay I would like to take some lessons…only I you have enough cynicism.
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