Below are notes I made on an accidental 2 mile walk this evening. I cropped some of the images just so it would be easier to read. Otherwise, you’re getting it as my brain sent it. (You’ll note the typos.)
I don’t actually know if that is when sharks feed. I shot a film once that required me to run into the ocean at dust and I was CERTAIN I would get bitten by a shark. I did not.
Where I grew up the only people who walked were the house cleaners and nannies whose employers wouldn’t arrange a ride or a car to get them to work. It was hills and there were no sidewalks.
“Torturous tangled thoughts” was meant to be a placeholder because I knew what I wanted to say but couldn’t think of it. And I figured if I ever wrote this bit out I would fix it. I chose not to fix it. Can you tell I’ve been reading Middlemarch?
A MOVIE. They were watching a movie, not a “move.” Also, DICKENS, not Dickinson. Dickens.
Can we request more brain dumps? I love them.