beep bop boop

Beep Bop Boop

FADE IN: girl on the phone, fidgeting with her hair.

Everyone is outta whack right now.

She sighs.

Like, weird phone calls coming in, wrong emails going out. It’s a THANG. You heard about the eclipsed full moon chaos, yeah?

Puzzled look.

It’s just chaos right now – kids acting outta whack, drama all up and down, mind racing – it’s very eclipsy. You know?

She sighs.

I got a week before I go back to classroom life. What the fuck did I do with this time? Time races on, you know. But, like. What the fuck. Beep, bop, boop, I’ll get my shit together.

You know what? I need to lock myself away for like… 5 days straight. Eat canned food and skull old water and just let my creativity burn. Burn, baby, burn! Let’s it rip. Right now I’m just so occupied with this eclipsy feeling. It’s eating at my LIFE. Like, my time, my attention, my diet, my you know. LIFE.

Yeah. One week, baby. Burn it to the gills. Wait. Is that a thing?

She chuckles.

Sounds like something you’d say, right?

The person on the other end chuckles. 

UGH. Ok. Let’s do this, already.  

helpless romantic

As we sit in the editing room with our next short film, we look back at our last one:

A hopelessly romantic introvert is coerced by her friends into trying a dating app. What ensues are the mishaps of searching for true love on the interweb. Can a hopeless romantic thrive in the age of online dating?

Sweat, tears, joy and absolute exhilaration.
iHeart, we heart you still.
#MadeinNewYork #STFteam #DreamsComeTrue #RomCom #Romantic

a whisper

Going Down Short Film

This is us.
Artists, exhaustively keeping the dream alive.
Alive. A life.
We whisper, “This film has life.”

This is tremendous preparation.
This is sleepless nights, juggling balls in air (do not drop), taking the first step into mystery.

Light candles for the Creative Gods.
Say thanks every day.
Sun up or down, do something that scares the living shit outta you.
Thank your skilled Giants.

If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.
– Sir. Isaac Newton

animals

549141_642796145737726_801949160_n.jpgIt’s like the zoo when we watch animals.
Observing their natural behavior, well, as natural as you can get in a zoo.
She’s beautiful.
Fit, pleasant to look at.
She arouses.

Saturday morning
And I know what she must be thinking.
It’s swirling in her head like thick butter.
The, “Why did I do that?!” to the, “Well, that’s me.”
Yup, you’re right.
And we are all watching.
You gave us no other choice.

She’s not malicious.
She’s not intentionally doing it.
It’s in her nature.
Like an animal.

I imagine her sending texts to everyone, “Thank you soooooo much!!!!”
Too many ooooooo and too many “!!!!!”
Too many and yet not enough to cleanse away that… hiccup? Step back? Mistake?

Life goes on, habits play out, the story hasn’t ended.
All in natural form.
Like animals in a zoo.

see what happens next

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A: Five years, man.

B: I get it.

A: My longest job ever.

B: I’ve never stuck around anywhere for 5 years.

A: You see what I mean?

B: Yeah dude.

A: I’m feeling things.

A: There’s, like, space now. Inside.

B: Uh-huh.

A: Like. I don’t know what’s coming next. And that scares me.

B: Maybe you don’t have to.

A: Do what?

B: Do something.

A: Yeah. But. Nothing’ll come otherwise. I’ll be forgotten.

B [laughs]: Says who?

A: Me.

B [laughs]: Who’ll forget you?

A: Everyone.

B: No one remembers you now, dude!

A: Shuttup.

[B laughs]

B: Space is good, man. Don’t fill it just ‘cuz. See what happens next.

FADE OUT.

a solid goodbye

a solid goodbye

Feel from the inside, she tells me.
Dive in.
It may mean breathing differently.
Close the door from the world and give it a few seconds longer to “log in”.
Stop from feeling through the mind, that doesn’t work.
Feel from the inside.
The guts, your innards.

She’s leaving me.
I definitely feel that.
The heart aches, the mind ever-so proud, the revenge pulsates.
But what for? And who cares?
Nothing changes what’s to come, she’s leaving me.

Stop being so dramatic.

These last 2 years have been beyond my expectations.
She’s taught me so much, I am a better person because of her.
Come on, give her the gift of a solid goodbye.
One that doesn’t require worry,
One that doesn’t take our relationship and truncates it in her mind, like cancer.
But instead one blossoms her heart open. Cracks it far and wide.
That she may think of me in the future with joy and pride.

Throw out the toxicity.
Leave this connection a better person.
At least for her.

wiggle room

wiggle room

FADE IN:

So…I’m leaving in a month, and I cannot take my clients with me.

What? That’s insane.

In order to graduate, I need to also work with teenagers so I’m moving to another facility full time.

Wait. Slow down. What’s going on?

I’m leaving. And I can’t take you with me.

This seems really sudden. How long have you known about this?

What are you feeling right now, what is this bringing up?

Claire, have you known about this for a while?

[beat]

Would it have changed anything?

Yes! Damn straight. Your decisions affect us, they affect me. Regardless of building boundaries between client and therapist – I’m in your life. And you left me in the dark.

I asked my superiors when should I tell my clients and they advised me to tell them a month in advance.

Well, your superiors suck. We are not numbers or statistics, we are human beings and each week we come here and pour our hearts to you. I would’ve preferred if you had told me when you made that decision.

I understand. Please know I care about our relationship a lot.

Yeah well. Your actions tell me otherwise.

Why do you say that?

You’re leaving! And with no wiggle room. Zero options. Zip, nada.

When was the last time you’ve felt like this?

Don’t do that. I have every right to say this sucks right now.

You’re right.

[beat]

Would it have made a difference?

I don’t know.

We still have three weeks to process.

You mean three hours.

I wanted to tell you last week.

Ok, we would’ve had four hours then.
I don’t know if we should continue, whether we should keep talking. I mean, there’s an expiration date.

Yes. Please know I would like to.

I mean, I asked you at the beginning if your status was temporary and you said no.

I couldn’t predict the future.

[beat]

I think the one month notice is for normal therapists. But you are exceptional. Your clients deserve at least two months.

[tears]

FADE OUT.