A day with my script

The situation is much different from here. Looking at my script from a Beirut comeback perspective has forced me to detect necessary changes in the story. For once now that I am feeling myself again in here as a person from this place my perspective has shrunk fast and again to the inescapable monotony of the one way street sort of life. There are days when your feet follow the road taken for the past six years semi-automatically yet you want to force yourself to make a daily effort to be creative. One more opinion says that Beirut can drain you out of your energy to work. Whether to write or shoot, it's a question of style. What happens is things are interchangeable, and eventually I find out that there is no difference between what I feel and what I see, what I write and what I hear, my head is a lens fitted with a funnel sometimes things slip in too slow, and sometimes too quick. Philosophy in the case of Beirut is a necessary commodity that must be acquired by the brave to survive the illogical state of behavior of our citizens.
No resolution can be made for an artist who has no principles, I am that artist. I thought my principles are firm but I think that you must float like a piece of wood in the wavy ocean, sometimes I have an image that my way of living is like being a screwdriver ready to penetrate any surface. Camouflage can be a characteristic of humans also by selective intellect and choice. Hello again, but over and out.