Tonight I feel like I'm back in time - like nothing changed. The night sky, the window seat, the loneliness. I like the space I have here - my big empty room - it's the size of my apartment there. And the room brings back so many memories - so many different phases of my life. The room pushes me to create, to think of ideas, to do something. I would sit here with my notebook and plan - the structures of my films, my American escape, my life. I would write, talk, smoke, drink, cry, dance, think, dream, all of it hidden within the four walls. And I made it out of here. I did make it out of here. It feels good to be back in the room, and to know that this is temporary. This pathetic, isolated, unhappy life is temporary. The need to escape is temporary.

All this in a week, huh?