Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up. Robert Redford looks tired. Independent film isn’t. His flourescent pen has run out. He watches the end of the world over and over and over again. He showers. He finds words and puts them in a bag. He wonders how many coming of age films need…

View Post

Published by

The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s