I had a very vivid, almost hallucinatory moment in which I was engaged in a dialogue with my father...

Perhaps I'm particularly serious, because I'm not unaware of the potential absurdity of what I'm doing.

I'm very often still very much alive for that other being and that other world long after the film is finished

I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.

Just stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. I will find you!

I don't torture myself. And I do the work because of the pleasure involved. I'm satisfying a compulsion I find nigh-on irresistible. It's not necessarily because of the work itself. I just feel the need for a period of regeneration afterwards. Like leaving a field fallow when you've grazed too much on it. I feel depleted.

I have always been intrigued by these lives I have never experienced.