Lately I’ve been finding myself eating donuts off a tree (both literally and figuratively) and wondering about rabbits and waistcoats, tea cups guaranteed to give you courage, spaceships and flying cars, and what’d it be like to have wings.

To put it plainly, I have begun to become more interested in what’s not real than what is. As a youth, this seemed to be all I was interested in. Growing older and growing out of that fanciful youth, I have quite often caught myself thinking about the woman I wish to be: one of class – wearing white or tan fashionable trousers, always matching my nails with my handbag – being responsible and respectable, settling down for silliness only when the guests are gone and I am alone in my home. And, of course, making dark and realistic films that commented on human psychology.

But the older I get, the more I realize Continue reading →