i’m writing this in a dark hotel room. i’ll be heading for a darker theater than this room in fifteen minutes, realizing how strange it is to wake up in the building right next to seoul finance center…. my roommate is still asleep. we’ve been working on serious films about food we eat everyday, environmentally dangerous products, dead animals, nuclear plants, chernobyl, fukushima, ill people, dead people, sad people…. you may think i cry too often. i cry often. i pray for you.