I am twenty-six and a half today, which means it's exactly six months since I did my first assignment for film school (driving around snapping photos in Hollywood- the boulevard of broken dreams, n'est ce pas?). O, what a long way in half a year.
I saw Hotel Rwanda on the weekend and I almost got up and left halfway through, not because it was bad, but because it made feel like a fool for sitting and watching a movie when I ought to be out in the world making it the kind of place where the things that happened in that movie would be less likely to happen.
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