Reading Day 7
RecyclingCP #narration, #récit, #sublime, #anew
I write down some ideas and ask my sister what she thinks. Without hesitation she suggests giving it a try. I want to be as transparent with him as I can, so I continue to sharpen my thoughts after speaking to my sister. Quickly, I call him to make an appointment and we agree on a date. Monday at ten o’clock. I walk to the meeting feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. I ring the bell, a very loud old bell, and the sound of slow aged steps approaching follows. The door opens and he takes me to an office, with windows to the garden of the parish. It is a room with old, dark brown furniture, and a wall full of books behind the rustic desk that is placed at the center of the space. I sit down and I start explaining my ideas. A few sentences later, amidst all excitement, the priest takes out a magazine from one of the drawers. He mentions there is an article in a recent religious publication that touches upon similar ideas. A fortunate coincidence that brings up an open hearted conversation and the agreement to shoot the film in a couple of weeks. In the following days, I make sure to order the wooden structure at the local carpenter and explain how each piece needs to move. I pick up the coloured paint, the smoke bomb, and the flares, and I finish working on the monologue. Lastly, I find the right light bulb and instruct my sister in what will be her operating role during the filming. On the day of the shoot everything fits gracefully into the car. We park as close by
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