Some nights (like tonight) I feel tormented about the fact that I am capable of much more than I currently do. I watched another Passolini film this evening and even though I did not love it as much as some of the previous ones I am still blown away. I don’t have the means or capacities to make such a film now, but it does not feel out of my reach. It really does not. But where and how to start. And what belongs in the now? I will assume that for now I should hone my intuition and knowledge. I must say, A great story is so much more powerful than much of what we call great ‘artworks’. Anyhow, Second seminar of Tomsic today. Freud Lacan etc.. We cover interesting topics but he is not the greatest educator, or it seems he is nervous and because of that just keeps talking and talking. That gets boring and is not generous. I still pick up on enough interesting things to come tomorrow too but it is not with great enthousiasm. After the seminar we played some pingpong and then I went home and watched Arabian Nights. I must also admit I enjoyed the original 1001 stories more that the movie…