Letters to Myself: Entry Twenty-Four
When I stop trying to impress anyone, my creative voice sounds like someone on fire when no one is around — raw, honest, and free. It’s not about perfection or profit; it’s about creating something that will outlive me.
Letters to Myself: Entry Two
If I met a time traveler, I wouldn’t just ask about inventions — I’d want to know how it felt to witness humanity evolve. And yes… I’d also ask about the future of film.
