at it again....

You know, a lot happens in a year. It’s always funny looking back on things. In retrospect they seem like one big celestial blur, but when I sit down and think about it, it was a big deal. I think sometimes we take lots of things for granted. For example I think it’s a great blessing for me to be alive this year and to able to do the things I am doing and have been a part of. A year ago today was a very long time packed full of very different life shaping things. All in a year. One year….I’m sure everyone has had different crazy experiences in the past year. I know I have, no doubt about that one. I’ve met new and interesting people, been through shape shifting ordeals. I’ve had the craziest of highs, and the most dreadful of lows. I’ve been through emotional trials and I’ve been blessed through it all regardless. Things happen, people come and go, things come and go, nothing ever seems certain. Life seems to always be this shape shifting amoeba. At one moment you’re this and that, and at the flash of the clock you’re something else. Somewhere else, with someone else. I cannot stress just how daunting it is the people and experiences I have engaged along the way. I cannot express the things and people I may have lost as well. Truly the only constant is you, is me, is the person. How one grows, and changes and deals with the shape shifting. It’s always changing, but you’re still you. You’re still you…..

“You”, “Me”, “He” ,”She”. It’s funny there are a lot of people in the world. It sounds like such a cliché thing to say but think about it. It’s so very true when you meditate on it. I’m chilling in the airport staring at the various faces around me. I wonder what might be going on in their lives, what they might be going through, what they’ve been through, what they will go through. And then I think about how there are thousands of other airports, millions of other people cycling through day by day, interconnected with even more people. People from all the four corners of the world (even though the world is round). All of us shape shifting, most of us oblivious to an idea of what this crazy larger picture of our existence might be.



One of the craziest things to happen to me last year was my opportunity to attend the Cannes Film Festival. Not expecting it at all I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to go there again this year…today. I’m shape shifting. I’m at it again, and I don’t quite no what I feel. I think it will be all interesting with the screenings, and the people, and the atmosphere, but with the grand scheme of things…it can be well, I’m not quite sure.

It’s funny, I’m going to be revisiting some people I never thought I would see again, being involved with situations I thought I could never re-live. I’m intrigued to see the change. To see the shape shifting in myself, and in others. So many experiences are going to be brought to the table. It might be a good meal, or it might be some nasty slop. Who really knows?

It’s as if for a moment in this celestial blur, all eyes will turn to Cannes, France. A convention of shape shifting people, a celebration of life. There will be people from literally all over the world convening in one place. What a thing. I just can’t express it. Different people from different places, all here due to their life changing, shape shifting existence. Like myself and my experiences, they have their own things that have led them to the very place.

This festival is going to be something. I’m not quite sure how much I’ll be writing and blogging, but lets be real, yes there will be awesome films, and recognizable people, and for the sake of doing it, I’ll let ya’ll know about it. But I want to go deeper. I want to go above and beyond the event, beyond the media hooplah and the red carpet gurus or the trending thespian socialites. I want to try and take it into a deeper level, and discover something….who knows what I’m searching for. Who knows what anyone is searching for….

I’ll keep you posted on my explorations.

I’m just a boye in Cannes, but I’ll see what I can do…


P.S. Longboarding in the South of France is the best thing ever,