I have an old, waterlogged book with me that I use for my blackout poetry. Before you stone me to death and say that it is a complete waste of a good book, I’d like to let you know that I’ve read this book a million times and it is readily available in booksale. Okay? Okay.
I have several pages that I could share in the future but for now, let’s have this one. This, in honor of all the memories that haunt us in montages and you know, it makes me wonder that maybe we all have this little filmmaker inside of us. There are movies inside us.