There Is A Drunkenness To Grief, Which

L.a. Is So Isolated And Unhip In A Way; It Gives You Room To Figure Out Who You Are And Explore More Personal Stuff.

The Littlest Thing Can Have The Strongest Connection When You're Grieving. Your Proustian, Poetic Nerve Is Turned Up To Ten.

As A Son Of A Man Who Pretended To Be One Thing For 33 Years Of My Life And Then Was Another Thing, The Questions Of 'what Is Real' And 'what Is Not Real' Are Very Blurrily Vivid To Me.

It's Funny Now How Much We Look At - Whatever You Want To Call It: Art, Design, Culture Stuff, Film - Online, And How In The Online World, You're Instantly Global.

I Don't Really Believe That Documentary Is Objective Reality And Fiction Is All Illusion.