Just shot 3/4 of a feature film. I’m exhausted. Second unit was in Ireland. The Nazi re-enactors had a military coup. We hired a Qashquai and drove from Belfast to New Ross. The first world only exists because the third world is starving and we plough on, cutting each other up in traffic and slagging each other off at work. Here’s to a fairer, more subtle world that only Art can engender. They starve so we can feast. We kill them so we can wash our cars. That is the bottom line. Ignore it if you want to.