A black spec traverses the sun..not to be seen again until 2117. I will be long dead, long forgotten.
Yesterday, I sat with the producer of the Italian film and made my pitch. Novel good. Script…wanting.
The swelling has gone in his leg. He has a red rash all over his swollen belly and chest. The bite marks on his paw remind me that a big rattle snake and the Little Dog came face to face.
Robby is in San Francisco with Lance.
Having an assistant forces me to be more industrious. He takes notes, emails…arranges appointments and reminds me where I am meant to be and when.
I spend less time looking at the phone and more time focused on my dream.
We travel in an elevator with Casey and Ben Affleck. We sit with Salim Akil and discuss his film…Sparkle.
We go to a screening of Prometheus on the Fox lot. The film doesn’t make any sense. The rambling musings of an elderly man unconvinced by humanity.
A crazy bloke from Whitstable reminds me why I have no reason to be there. He is trapped, I am not.
We drive downtown to pick up my passport, we eat in the car. We drink coffee and meet friends. The sun is shining. I stop in to see Jennie at the ACLU and we talk about lentil soup.
I speak with the detective about my lap top. It sickens me. I say, “Are your family proud of the work you do?”
Dinner at home then crash at 11pm.
I have promised a young man that I will wait for him…so I will.
I am convinced that (like Venus) I have a short moment in the sun, before I am plunged back into darkness.