Notes from a Melancholic
Another reflective post from the end of the road.
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Another reflective post from the end of the road.
Retrospection...
The continuity director speaks...
How things are fleeting like quicksilver
Lugubrious a beautiful word…
Ambience anyone?
Looking out of my window, it seems like the evenings are drawing in, even though we are not through the first week of August.
Me pontificating
Down here on the film set, life, my karma, (if you believe in such a thing), is such that I live my life interspersed with episodes of extreme drama. My life is like a small boat trying to find good shelter.
Pandemic pingdemic?
I suffer from Rheumatoid Arthritis, and it is a nasty illness, and after many treatments it was decided that I needed infusions of a drug to try and stop the progression of the illness.
Are the golden years all over?