I Think Of My Pile Of Old

What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of Beauty, Its Sense Of Restraint. It Is As Though The Land Knows Of Its Own Beauty, Its Own Greatness, And Feels No Need To Shout It.

I Try To Always Go For Something... Very Interior, Following Thoughts And Memories, Something That I Think Is Difficult To Do On The Screen, Which Is Essentially A Third-person Medium.

What I Wished More Than Anything Was That The Thing Hadn't Happened At All, And I Thought That By Not Mentioning It I'd Be Doing Everyone Else A Favor.

To See The Best Before I Have Properly Begun Would Be Somewhat Premature.

Indeed — Why Should I Not Admit It? — In That Moment, My Heart Was Breaking.