we both arrive at the same time again
we’re both alive at the same time again
thee oh sees - the lens
Fresh off my internship from the SF Silent Film Festival— it was a crazy weekend. My emotions ran high, ranging from pure hatred to pure ecstasy. I learned a lot from the people who I worked with, both good and bad. I simultaneously feel downtrodden and grateful. My spirits were everywhere these past few days, and my body is exhausted in ways I never dealt with before.
I’ve met some great people, from festival volunteers to big names— and all of them I feel lucky to have known. I’ve conversed with crew and talent, all of whom are amazing at what they do. I’ve toasted red wine with Leonard Maltin, as well as escorted the Buster Keaton family. I’ve managed a crowd of 30+ folks who’ve all contributed to the fast and smooth flow of the festival schedule, and I’ve gotten job offers from SF Jazz and Noir City, maybe more, which means I’m in demand?? Either way, I’m happy.
I’m happy it’s done. I’m happy it’s finally Monday. I’m happy I’m home.
I’ll be back in the office for SF Silent Film to finish off a few things, but other than that, it’s back to the daily grind of the unknown. Back to writing, back to being alone. It’s all quite bittersweet.
Still fresh, I’m properly drunk from the VIP wrap party. And I’m ready to sleep.