The Crayon Files – Lost and Found: rediscovering books, writing, destinations, childhood memories and more
I acted in a student film once and afterwards, at the wrap party in a fusty house at the top of town, I rode an office chair down the hill, flying across the junction at the bottom, ramming the pavement on the other side and landing on wet grass.
It had been an act of inevitability: standing in the garden with the rest of the crew, noticing an old chair that just happened to have been abandoned outside the house opposite, wheels proud beneath the streetlights, the steep slope between us, beseeching.
Is it possible to tell a story without some predictability?
The Crayon Files – Lost and Found: rediscovering books, writing, destinations, childhood memories and more