… contemplating why God let’s bad things happen to good people. And wondering why I can’t find any solace in knowing that everything going on is part of some bigger cosmic plan. Because the busted blood vessels in my eyes would have me believe there is no higher reason. That I’m crying for something that serves no point. An that I will have to continue watching people I love suffer in sorrow without ever being able to help them. And I have never felt so insignificant or so helpless. And I hate all of these feelings. And I want everything that is going so great in my life to be the same for them. And I feel guilty that my life is so happy right now. When theirs is so not. And basically I’m crying and wishing I could just take them to a parallel universe where none of these things had happened. And I just want that. I just want them to be happy and healed and looking forward to tomorrow rather than dreading it. And I’m so sorry that I’m word vomiting. I just have so many thoughts about so many things and I can’t even name some of them because that’s part of the crisis.
I wrote/directed/ and acted in a film called View from the Tower for the Indie Grits 48 Hour Film Blitz, for which we were assigned a genre and several props/locations at the beginning of 48 hours and had to write, produce, and edit within that time. I have an immensely talented cast and crew and am very happy with the results. This film features beautiful cinematography and all sorts of other movie magic from O.K. Keyes, fantastic score and sound by Nick Ducko, brilliant performances by actors Rebecca Shrom and Lloyd Kimpton, and a variety of crew work (including excellent candle gaffing) from our tireless assistant Zack Doran. So, watch View from the Tower at this link, and afterward if you’re glad you did, vote for it for the audience award for the inaugural Indie Grits 48 Hour Film Blitz!
no matter what anyone says, the night before a morning where you don’t have to get up early for anything, when you can stay up as late as you want doing anything you want and can just sleep in the next day and snuggle into your covers like a little burrito, is the best kind of night in the world.