Thousand: Seven Hundred Ninety-One

the director? Or the key grip? A best boy would come in handy right about now. I suppose I should tell you the girl does see movement in those shadows. I suppose I should tell you that movement is the twitching of a giant spider’s leg or a leprechaun scratching a crusty chin. But it doesn’t matter. If it were an angel taking off its fingers, dusting them, then clicking them back into their sockets, it would be the same thing. You’ll have to forgive me. Sometimes I can’t take the responsibility of telling myself all the things I’m making up