When the drink matches the cup
It's 11:07 a.m. Friday morning in February, the bed is yet not made and the signs of a rushed breakfast are still all over the kitchen. Yet what am I doing? I am starting a blog. I have no idea how this world works, how and who is going to find my writings, but that doesn't really matter at the moment, the thing is I've been wanting to do this for a while, mostly for exercise. I am a film directing student in my 2nd year of university, and in the past few years writing has been the utmost torment for me. I come from a mathematics-informatics class in high school and it kind of formed me into thinking in systematic plans and logical consequences - even though I was never great in programming, but I could handle math - my scripts are drawn, sketched, arrows point to here and there, and nobody understands anything but me. Even if the film turns out fine, and it is understandable, the pre-production process contains a lot of explaining. And explaining and explaining again. And...