Fette Sans, La Reprise, 2013.
This exercise began on April 21 of this year. This film has now built itself to twenty minutes. This is an ongoing exercise, and I can feel the threat of duration more and more agitated. This is isn’t over yet. If you want to spend these next twenty minutes with me, watch it.
When you’re in the middle of a story, it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion, a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood, like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs, or swept over the rapids, and all aboard are powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all, when you’re telling it to yourself or to someone else.
Margaret Atwood, excerpt from Alias Grace, 1996. Via.