and so I died.
as I have in 8 of my films and plays before.
but it has to be my favorite death so far.

the trashed trailer where it took place, the litters of blood soaking my clothes, hair and balls. It was a self inflicted knife wound, this time. The following dawn, we filmed at the beach, where I’m being dragged away in the sand. And in the -5°C water. My bones, skin and insides are bruised, scratched and sore but a good time was had by all.

The hotel rooms were the most surreal place I’ve ever slept in, it looked [and felt] like an asylum.

One more scene and I’m done.
‘Homeland’ was delectable to make.

it was there, that I found this person, born in the 1930s: