I'm not belittling the art world. Not at all. I take it quite seriously, actually. But the logic of art is a vanguard logic that pressures art to incorporate the quotient of risk.

It's amazing how life conspires to set you up with what you need.

Leave, with no answer. Move on to the next question.

In short, I'm pretty suspicious of the idea that there's a real and true and authentic world, and then a bunch of false ones.

I'm releasing myself from the responsibility of claiming to know when something is good and when it isn't.

The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.

I do study Marcel Proust, for multiple technical virtuosities but also his swerve, as you say, between characters and in scenes. Certain films can help for that, too, in terms of understanding how multiple conversations at a table, or in a room, can take place and remain separate, and dissonant, and also gather themselves, accidentally, into a collective rhythm and an affect.