Yesterday I felt the pang of losing my kitten Manja. Somebody took her away. I didn't cry or even show any emotions that might give away my state of grieving. My silence wasn't decided. It just happened. In split seconds I knew this was coming: Yes, I have to make a 'silent' short film.
I'm thinking to make another short about a guy who just found out he has the power to rewind time. There will be no conversation in this short though. Just visual apprehension of the possibility of time manipulation and the excitements and experimentations that comes with it.
Just thinking about this new venture is making me jittery inside out.