Here, In My Solitude, I Have The

I Think I Have Made Just One Picture That I Really Like.

A Film Causes Me So Many Worries And Such A Lot Of Reactions That I Have To Love It In Order To Get Over It And Past It.

I Know, Of Course, That By Using Film We Can Bring In Other Previously Unknown Worlds, Realities Beyond Reality.

We Walk In Circles, So Limited By Our Own Anxieties That We Can No Longer Distinguish Between True And False, Between The Gangster's Whim And The Purest Ideal.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?