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The road has always held some solace for me. Sometimes it takes me when I awake to the scent of an overflowing ashtray, and I wonder if it wouldn’t be a bad idea for housekeeping to clean whilst I sleep. Though that could bring about a host of troubles I’ve not even thought on. This tour has been particularly agreeable with my need for solace. The ashtray overflows with cigarettes with lipstick traces, and the scent of her perfume lingers in the air clashing with the stale air of every hotel room. She is my relief, my shelter from a reality I reject; but a truth that I cannot escape.
The tour is going well; my anxiety over The Proposition is distracted. I couldn’t have asked for a better situation really. Perhaps I’ll have a shave once the tour is done. I’m not certain why the disguise. Leni laughs and teases about me being some sort of Norse hero. Hardly could I be such a thing, thought myself more cowboy than Viking. Perhaps it is some subconscious connection I’m having with my film, caught in limbo between the present and past. But that is always our fate isn’t it? To be somewhere in between. Running in our souls in the here and now - from a past to a future.
The tour is going well; my anxiety over The Proposition is distracted. I couldn’t have asked for a better situation really. Perhaps I’ll have a shave once the tour is done. I’m not certain why the disguise. Leni laughs and teases about me being some sort of Norse hero. Hardly could I be such a thing, thought myself more cowboy than Viking. Perhaps it is some subconscious connection I’m having with my film, caught in limbo between the present and past. But that is always our fate isn’t it? To be somewhere in between. Running in our souls in the here and now - from a past to a future.