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Continue reading →: The Illustrated Man 9
Zoe waited until Isabel’s footsteps faded down the hallway. Then she crossed to the evidence board and removed Julian’s photograph. When she turned, Gabe was standing in the doorway. “I thought you left,” she said. “I thought you trusted me.” “I do.” “Parts of me?” Zoe slipped the photograph into…
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Continue reading →: Remembering Mama
One look in the mirror and I see my mother looking back at me. She is there in every fiber of my being, in my dreams, in my memories. September 6 marks the date my mother passed away. As a Buddhist, I know she has another life. My wish is…
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Continue reading →: Why Do Movie Characters Have Absolutely No Survival Instincts?
If my front door is hanging off its hinges and I hear a thud upstairs, I am not walking into the dark house to ask, “Hello? Is anybody there?” I am running a marathon in the opposite direction. Yet, for some reason, book and movie characters seem to think a…
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Each moment of happiness or pleasure is a rare treasure, safely locked in memory. Is there a whole year I’d want to relive? No, because those moments of happiness also come with suffering. It is in the very nature of the cycle of life. We may remember the highlights, but…
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Continue reading →: At the Crossroads
Her eyes adjusted to the brightness of her new world. She stood in a field of sunflowers taller than she was, arranged in neat rows like sentinels. A narrow dirt path ran between them. Her feet were bare, and the dirt between her toes felt warm and soft. The subtle,…
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Continue reading →: Leaving Home
The bravest thing I have ever done is leaving home with just 15 dollars in my pocket, my guitar, and my clothes in an overnight bag. That night I broke the chains of guilt that were tying me to my mother and sister. Like so many ACOA (Adult Children of…
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Continue reading →: Night Owls
After a full night of prompting, creating reference images, storyboarding, creating video clips, editing those clips, and trying to learn how to use Premiere Pro, I am spent, and so is AI ChatGPT, who helped me through it. Taz is still going strong as the director boss she is. “Take…
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Continue reading →: You Don’t do That
My Aunt Mary, who raised me very formally, would flip if she saw me now, eating dinner on the couch in front of the TV. Two big “You don’t do that.” The TV was never on when dinner was served. You sat at the properly set table, used the proper…
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Continue reading →: The Illustrated Man 8
#10 Gabe sat in deep thought at the cafe, staring out the window at the night. Coffee had gone cold, but he kept one hand wrapped around the cup as though its weight could hold him steady. In the glass, his reflection floated over the street outside—bruised face, split lip,…
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Continue reading →: Behind the Creation
I decided to take an online course on AI filmmaking. Become a Content Creator. Today’s lesson was about cloning yourself and creating different settings. I began with a contact sheet of headshots in different poses. It was 4 AM, and I was still bleary-eyed, mind you, when I took these.…
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