And yet…
…others had worked in darkened rooms before and that bothered him. It’s all been done before, he remarked. Even madness has been exploited and explored. My madness would barely draw applause. Therefore I must stay sane, I must see this thing through. Maybe then I’ll see what I am worth, once I eliminate the sympathy card. Let this be a last day to rank among the greatest of last days. All of the farewell parties and grand finales. Tomorrow I will shine brighter than the brightest star!
I cannot possibly think like this…
I must think differently, I must. My favourite songs don’t chart, and only I give my films rave reviews. But I suppose the songwriters must think like me, the screenwriters. They weren’t just made for me alone. Or maybe they were, yes that’s it, I must see them differently…
…Why aren’t I famous?
I shall see you all tomorrow…
…so goodnight to you all. Good morning America, I shall be glad to talk.
I will waste my talent becoming famous, I will always say. “He wasted his talent becoming famous” others will agree.
I will believe them.
Everyone has an idea in life. Like the one that I had. Only other people call them dreams and get on with their lives.
I didn’t get on with my life, which is how I find myself here…
