I sometimes wonder if I will ever finish the sock film. what's the point? Am i really a filmmaker? Sometimes I think I'm just a dreamer. I feel like doubting myself and I'm not looking for a pep talk. I just thought I would say it to anyone reading. I took a picture of it anyway. I even posed like in my storyboard frame.
This has nothing to do with anything but I want it to be Autumn. I want the brisk air on my face. I have the strange desire to sit in my dad's old Z28 with the cold leather seats and the windows rolled down. The doors were heavy and long. The colors were yellow orange and black and that reminded me of Fall. He sold the car years ago.

