Showing posts with label epistolary things which resist filming and as such have to be filmed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label epistolary things which resist filming and as such have to be filmed. Show all posts

Please send me some of your blood


Erik gave me this book, and it broke my head on a plane.  The red mist settles with no magic left.  I am going to make a film of it when I get a camera, a cave in the woods and an army hospital.  Or just a camera.