I stood before my mentor, Lisa Bunnell, President of Distribution at Focus Features, like a novice Zen monk in front of an Enlightened Zen master would, with a slightly bowed head in sign of respect and with an open, curious state of mind, hoping I would ask the right questions, questions which could adequately prepare me for the next stage of my film-making journey: my first day at the prestigious and life-changing Academy Gold Program. This program would give me an unforgettable and unique opportunity to network with and learn from Academy members from all areas of the film industry…
She invited me for dinner after I sent her a picture of the monument where she had stolen my heart.
Back then I was still on the upwards ride of the rollercoaster of our relationship. The slope of the track was almost vertical, and the sudden, cruel drop towards oblivion? Unthinkable. I told her that life was a movie and that I had a soundtrack playing in my subconscious. I don’t think I’d articulated this feeling so accurately until that moment. She smiled and said that she loved the thought. What song was playing now? she asked me, after her…
I dreamed of you again, last night, when I was not really here, when my mind was somewhere else, when I was a supernova going through an existential crisis, or a physicist on the verge of a quantum breakthrough, or a lioness at the end of her rope , I don’t know, all I know is that I dreamed of you again.
I dreamed we met differently,
like a tired ocean wave meets its end on the sandy beaches of infinity.
Remember when I told you consciousness was a wave
and then falling, crashing…
Bodhisattva at your service!