"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones." — Franz Kafka in a letter to Milena Jesenska

A lot of stuff was going on lately. Good stuff. Stuff that made me happy and at peace with myself.
I am so glad to be here in London and have such creative and inspiring friends. I find productivity and inspiration from everything I lay my eyes upon. It is good and very healthy, I feel. My routine has changed, I have noticed that night shifts are not doing it for me anymore so I slowly converted myself into an early bird. 4 am is the wake up call and I jump start my morning with a peanut butter banana and 1 hour of writing. Currently my work on a short story is going smoothly. I am gradually managing to shut my inner critic up and just write what feels write and edit it. I have to finish it by 8th March and send it to my teacher.
I feel like life makes more sense to me when I wake up early and get everything done. The only thing, an experiment I really want to start but never truly made it: it's to record voice memos of my dreams every morning and write about them every weekend. Create scripts of stories out of them. I dream some real insane shit sometimes. Last night I dreamt that my film teacher was agent Cooper from Twin Peaks and my creative writing mentor, Hank Moody. This made me reflect a lot during the day and I have drawn my own conclusions. 
Film projects are piling up and this makes me excited and a little nervous at the same time. I am about to embark on a few month journey with my friend who's doing her faster in fashion design and we are about to start our first project. I really hope to get hold of some real equipment soon, although filmmaking is expensive.
Inspiration of the week : Godard, New Wave cinema and its attitude towards filmmaking and film as art in general, Woody Allen and his cynicism, Linnéa Sjöberg and the control over her body, people, surrealism.

“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”

—  Woody Allen