narrative raze the events of my life aren't some story i tell to paint myself or anyone else a specific shade of shittiness or benevolence. they're just things that have happened to and around me. i didn't write the script alone. none of the actors ever bothered to learn their lines anyway. and i've chosen to forget my own. comes time to film the thing, the studio bankrolling the project will deem it uncommercial and relegate the rushes to some sad dungeon where canisters of photochemical stock go to die after a slow, protracted decline. same as all the rest of us, really. if we're lucky. 230303 what's it to you? who go blather from