I Hope I Never Get

I Want To Stop. I Want To Stay On Fårö, And Read The Books I Haven’t Read, Find Out Things I Haven’t Yet Found Out. I Want To Write Things I Haven’t Written. To Listen To Music, And Talk To My Neighbors. To Live Together With My Wife A Very Calm, Very Secure, Very Lazy Existence, For The Rest Of My Life.

Then I Felt That Every Inflection Of My Voice, Every Word In My Mouth, Was A Lie, A Play Whose Sole Purpose Was To Cover Emptiness And Boredom. There Was Only One Way I Could Avoid A State Of Despair And A Breakdown. To Be Silent. And To Reach Behind The Silence For Clarity Or At Least Try To Collect The Resources That Might Still Be Available To Me.

It's A Strange Thing That Every Human Being Has A Sort Of Dignity Or Wholeness In Him, And Out Of That Develops Relationships To Other Human Beings, Tensions, Misunderstandings, Tenderness, Coming In Contact, Touching And Being Touched, The Cutting Off Of A Contact And What Happens Then.

I Write Scripts To Serve As Skeletons Awaiting The Flesh And Sinew Of Images.

I Liked Truffaut A Lot, I've Felt A Lot Of Admiration For His Way To Address The Audience, And His Storytelling.... La Nuit Américaine Is Adorable, And Another Film I Like To See Is L'enfant Sauvage, With Its Fine Humanism.