Who knows the color of truth?

Hey Cassie,

I wish I were driving around LA with you in your big SUV.

I'm still logging and working on the paper edit. Still trying to get money together and working on the website.

I was watching Sans Soliel again last night, and thought about something. There's a scene where a couple are praying at a shrine. There's statues of cats everywhere. The voice over tells a story about a couple who go to this shrine in Tokyo to pray for their cat who had run away. When I first saw this film, something about the scene felt strange, but I couldn't put my finger on it. This time, I realized that it was not a cat shrine at all. It was sort of a good fortune shrine. The couple were there to pray for good fortune, and the voice over story had nothing to do with the image really.

It got me to thinking about Tokyo Cowboys. About how I can do anything I want because for me, there is no objectivity in documentary. I can construct the images and voice over however I want. I know some people might have a problem with this. They may say, "but that's not documentary." The thing is that I never really set out to make a documentary. I set out to make a film that revealed some kind of truth about the Tokyo experience. Hmmmm. I have to think about this some more.