It’s a funny thing when a script begins to form.
The pieces come from everywhere and nowhere…and the latticework which begins to connect them is of nothingness. It becomes tangible, reliable even but it is much like having a kid: life begins and then moves of its own momentum in directions we may or may not have planned. Life isn’t chaos – its merely unpredictable. They say truth is stranger than fiction…I think they’re just different points on the same line.
Apocrypha, Shadow and Cold Light 