i spent the last four days shooting a short ten minute film. and so when i said i was heading into the belly of the beast of fear--it was in the best possible way. a really, really good forward (albeit, sometimes terrifying) movement.
and when it was all said and done, and as i took the long subway home from queens, i thought, i have no words for this. it was not the failure of words, nor their inadequacy--simply the absence of them. it was a calm and peace and utter stillness--a gratitude that filled me, of such depth as i've never felt before. gratitude for the countless mistakes and failures that led me to this moment. gratitude for a story that was not easy or simple and certainly not over.