Status Updates From This Is Not My Memoir

The world is violent and mercurial- it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love- love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

"Some believe in the miraculous, and others simply don't. In My Dinner with Andre, there is an Andre who believes and a Wally who never will. The film needs both to exist. Probably we all do."

Might this be part of the task of being human: to keep working on oneself, to go higher on the ladder so your life can be more like a work of art itself?

Stories are slippery creatures, a bit like dreams, composed of what actually happened, filtered over time through the prism of selected memory.

i love when the boundaries of art are pushed. honestly, i tend to hold myself back very much and make sure everything i create is consumable and palatable, so this is a lovely reminder

I don't know what I expected but this delightful