today my friend posed a clever challenge over afternoon coffee. she asked what an autobiographical movie of my life would look like. i had no answer, except that it would be set over the course of four or five days. so, she suggested that i set out to make the next five days of my life into movie material, just for the sake of vivacity. it sounds like a brilliant antidote for ennui.
(see also: the young girls of rochefort)
