On movies and death.
In the offline world, it’s totally possible for something to be great and terrible at the same time.
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My Apple Watch told me, every day, how I was grinding myself down, but it didn’t particularly care.
The bush pricked everyone’s fingers and provided handfuls of blush-red fruit for the price, if you were willing to pay it. Every summer I lived in that house I was glad to.
Travis Scott searches for Utopia after Astroworld.
What does artistic freedom mean for a filmmaker today?
Thoughts on Beyoncé and her masterful Renaissance tour.
Two paths for the independent film.
Normally I love pity, but not when I actually need it.