this is real life. Like, really.

i battle the third-person narrative of my own life; the ego. I create films that make me the hero, the victim, the love interest. Some days it’s 30 second short films, others a Natgeo behind the scenes A with the bonus B roll.

While I’m watching the B roll of my own life, oil paintings frame themselves and get hung over my dining room table covered in bowls of fruit.

most likely still shots of my greatness.

then, once in a while, when the wind is just right, I get it right. I shut down the projector. I burn the paintings. I see from behind my eyes and accept whatever it is that’s being offered to me.

Crazy: that is real life.

No.

this is real life.

and this, I’m thankful.

shut it down y’all.