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i felt like such a failure today. so unsure of any semblence of creative talent left in me. can i make a movie? with a cast? and a production? this is if i had a million dollars to make a movie (which may never happen in my lifetime) could I even do it? what a scary feeling that I am just wasting all this time? I cant shake this today, i think im lying to myself.
Why not write in a journal everyone says, because, journals are done baby. just like new york is done, beautiful film cameras are done, small shops are done, peace movements are done, sex and rock and roll are done, its the end of this.
we are here now in this digital thing, where private feelings are public. somehow im okay with that, because at least we are still trying to communicate with eachother.