Chiffonesque

 Infinity as expedition: This is how I view the interrelationship among the personal/ individual soul (the cluster of dots in the center), the multifaceted realities floating around in an imagined time-space dimension, and specks of desires that are little specks of gold wafting around. Some of our desires lead to fairly certain, definitely formed realities. These are grounded and firm but also brittle. Some other desires may lead to half-formed realities that will concretize with more yearning. Or they will dissipate like bubbles. And elsewhere in this dance of appearance and disappearances, there is an aquatic moon and a multifarious sun...connecting forever our neverendingness of endings.  

 It was the second day of shoot and it is so noisy, tiring, and usually frustrating. But I continue to be amazed by the camera and the people that use it. Without it, my story could be a book. Without it, the actors could be in a play. But with it...it's a set up that involves so many people, so much money, so much hassle, and so much joy. Today that actor refused to wear white. Apparently the astrologically correct color to wear today is yellow. I myself was wearing a pink sleeveless top and polka-dotted plants. Maybe it is the absolute Rahu-Ketu uniform so he avoided me completely.  I don't think anyone likes him except for the most important stakeholder - the camera. He just acquires a leonine/ panther-like glory when the camera rolls on. The crease on his shirt feel like peaks of foam of the ocean. His eyes are mellow, yet haunting. He is persuasive.  But then the camera stops rolling and he is back with his silly lizard personality.  Maybe I am being harsh on hi...

Problem with the laptop occurred again. Sometimes I feel that it is time for me to shift to another profession or another method of working where I don't have to use a computer. Playing with children comes to mind and if adults weren't so pedantic about stuff, I could get a shot. First of all, I think children like me. Like this little boy Hameed I met on Bandstand the other day. He was a tiny, chubby thing in a waist coat. Wasn't wearing a shirt but was wearing full pants with the hem rolled up. He was running around and bumped into me. I asked him, "What's up?" To which he gurgled quite vociferously, no doubt informing him of the many things that were going on in his existence. I could have explored that friendship more dearly but a dour looking man came and led him away. Must be the father.  I saw the series "The Chair" on Netflix. It has the lazy comfort of packaged oatmeal...nothing superb but David Duchovny's cameo and Susan O's perform...