I’m no cinephile, not by a long shot. But what I do possess is something far stranger—a deep, almost inexplicable connection to cinema. The things I stumble over in the noise of daily life, those incoherent babblings, somehow make sense when they take shape as moving images in a darkened room. There’s a clarity there. Sometimes puzzling, sure—but I get it. It clicks.
Cinema has its rules, its language, its structure—and rightly so. But these 'essays' I make... they’re something else. Thought experiments. An impulse of my imagination, if you want to get fancy about it. And instead of letting them waste away into the ether, I grab them by the throat, give them purpose, and make them matter. They should never be included in the grammar of cinema. Never. These aren’t bound by any rules. They’re free to break, free to destroy.
What I’m doing here is harnessing that impulse and using existing media to channel it, to set off a chain reaction of thoughts. Sometimes, though, it works the other way around. Something sparks in my mind first—and then I turn to the media to help bring it to life.
If I discover something new in this process, I feel it’s not just my privilege, but, as Bond says to the receptionist in Casino Royale, in search of that vintage Aston Martin, I feel compelled to share it. And maybe, just maybe, those of like mind will feel that detonation of thought too, and carry it forward. It is not just about the media—it is about what transpires because of it.
Don’t mistake these projects for some gospel—these are my notes, my observations. No commandments here. Just raw sparks of thought—unrefined, unpolished, and meant to question, to challenge, not to dictate.♦