Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

she's the only thing that's made my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months with her- a few days, it's more than I've ever hoped for (Luke)

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I focus on the elements of a movie that are meant to invisibly affect me as a viewer. The edges. As an author, Im aware of how the subconscious things can pluck at a readers emotions, and I love it when filmmakers do the same.